Jer. xxxiii. 18; Rev. i.6.
The race of God's
anointed priests shall never pass away;
Before His glorious
Face they stand, and serve Him night and day.
Though reason
raves, and unbelief flows on, a mighty flood,
There are, and
shall be, till the end, the hidden priests of God.
His chosen souls,
their earthly dross consumed in sacred fire,
To God's own heart
their hearts ascend in flame of deep desire;
The incense of
their worship fills His Temple's holiest place;
Their song with
wonder fills the Heavens, the glad new song of grace.
G. T. S.