Daily Republican., 1880-11-11

"Ihe gates of he'll shall not prcraa agatns
iH"-Adtthe.1 Ivi: Is.
The Church Of Christ, our wonder and GU
The asdsan gates of gloom can ns'sr de
rhoy whc defend her in armor blaze,
Which pnles AchiilsS shield in lions days
Upon their helmets beams tho blessed light
While they invade the realms and reign
The banners Of tie foe drop from the wall.
The thrones and the tceptres OF the dArknes'
| fall
The pillows howl and rush upon the rock
Which stands their rage 10 meet without
And as IN foam they fall and pass away,
I've sunbsams crown the rugged summit
Tho Church which on the Rock Of ages stands
A shining Phar0s Of the gloomy strands
No power can harm nor dim it, splendid rays
Which flame with light from OH the endies
days.
Though in the dark. far on the wild, Wild sea
Wo look to Him who walked deep Gaiiiee,
Tho warning waves bowed low their snowy
crests,
And wailipg winds fulfilled His great behests.
Let Him but speak the mandate, Peace be
still"
And tempests haste to silence at his will:
While oceans strength, In briiliance all ar'
Has at his feet lite thundring homage laid.
The mans ons Of, Tbs mighty AID the gay,
Like sunset tints on clouds, soon pass away
Their doom the dark and sttTIny poets sings,
And round about their homes the glory
That blushed and biOomed
Is o dim remembered story
Uttho old time entoinhed."
Tho Ha lean gates Ger worldly wealth pre-
vail,
And with success our turrets grand assnii;
But he, who On the ROcZ his stor'es piles,
| May meet AssyrIan taunEs with Judahs
smiles.
A midnight angel finds the camp OF foes,
And Hadean gateS upon tho yictors close.
! Then let our Household" from this Rock
arise,
Which every wind and wave OF wrath den IS.
A'iko 1t meets tho sun and lightning dash
Tho whisper o. the breeze and thunder crash.
The cable thought beneath the deep UNSEEN
Yet lives Ia depths the distant shores be.
tween.
In brightness SEQ IL from the gloom arise,
It's downward passage safe as flight through
SO truth may pals from view, but never fails,
1t lives tEsus h ON the wave It spreads no
sails.
II passes swiftly on beneath our sight,
Twill rtso DaJOnl Inc TbklOuS VI Inc nishbs
While error SINKS 10 tlud lastinR grave.
Though soaring high in plamage from the
wave.
What though tbs saints In death may fall
asleep!
Their lives In Christ are hid, and God Goth
kcap
Eternal watch above their sacred dust,
For IN Hi word they placed unshaken trust.
From their lark graves they shall In grand
eur rise
To meet their L,rd descending In the skies.
The keys OF Hades Oh his eirdle swing;
Where II thy victory grave? where death thy
sting?
lie from the grave 10 mighty brIiiance rose
And rung tho binding spiendor on his foes;
"TrIampaAnt passed the crystal port OF
light"
So sing. the bard whose muse Illumes the
night I
Let every tongue give Christ the waTnest
praise.
Let us TO HIN our loud iosannas raise.
From oct the gi0rieS of the throao on high
hiS words assure us he Is ever nigh.
" l am the Resurrection and the Life,
70 speaks the Leader OF victorious strife.
Behold the city OF our God and King,
Its tp reJ afAr tee holy radiance fling;
Feat not though foes thy shining walls assSil,
The Hadean gates DER thsn shall ne or prevail.
Ho who rose at Jud All us
This to e.miGrt ali his fntnds
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