1Mourner, it calls you, — "Come to my bosom, Love wipes your tears all away,
3And will lift the shade of gloom, And for you make radiant room Midst the glories of one endless day."
6Sinner, it calls you, — "Come to this fountain, Cleanse the foul senses within; 'T is the Spirit that makes pure,
9That exalts thee, and will cure All thy sorrow and sickness and sin."
Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,
12Life of all being divine: Thou the Christ, and not the creed; Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
15Thou the water, the bread, and the wine.
Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother Church
18Laus Deo, it is done! Rolled away from loving heart Is a stone.
21Lifted higher, we depart, Having one.
Laus Deo, — on this rock
24(Heaven chiselled squarely good) Stands His church, — God is Love, and understood
27By His flock.
1Laus Deo, night star-lit Slumbers not in God's embrace;
3Be awake; Like this stone, be in thy place: Stand, not sit.
6Grave, silent, steadfast stone, Dirge and song and shoutings low In thy heart
9Dwell serene, — and sorrow? No, It has none, Laus Deo!