Evening star., 1924-02-06

body do they come? Thou fool, that
which thou sowest is not quickened.
except it die; and that which thou
sowest, thou sowest not that body
shall be. but bare grain. it may
chance of wheat, or of some other
grain; but God giveth it body as
it hath pleased him, and to every seed
his own body.
$50 also is the resurrection of the
dead. 1t is sown in corruption, 1t is
raised in incorruption; it Is sown in
dishonor, it is raised in glory: it is
sown in weakness. it is raised in
it is raised in a spiritual body. There
is a natural body and there is a
spiritual body.
1--WE Shall be Changed"
Behold, show you a mystery. We
shall not all sleep. but we shall all
be changed in moment, in the
twinkling of an eye, at the last
trumpet; for the trumpet shall sound
and the dead shall be raised incorrup
tible, and we shall be changed. For
this corruptible must put on incor-
ruption. and this mortal must put on
Immortality Then shall be
brought to pass the saying that is
written: Death is swallowed up in
victory.
20. death, where is thy sting? nc, Q,
grave, where is thy victory? Inc
sting of death is sin, and the strength
of sin is the law. But thanks be to
God. which giveth us the victory
through our Lord, Jesus ChrlSt.
Therefore. my beloved brethren. be
va steadfast. unmovable. always
abounding in the word of the LORD
foreasmuch as you know that your
labor is not in vain in the LORD.
A Favorite Hymn Sung.
Once more the faint notes of the
organ pealed from far off, speaking
to the very soul with the music OF
one of Mr.. wilson's favorite hymns.
Softly the boy choristers, fully vested
and arranged at either side of the
sanctuary, began to sing:
"Day is dying in the west;
Heaven is touching earth with rest;
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight
Through all the sky.
Holy, holy, holy,
Lord God of hosts!
Heav'n and earth are full of thee.
Hcav'n and earth are praising thee,
o Lord most high.
Lord of Life, beneath the dome,
OF the universe of Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of they embrace,
For Thou are night.
Day was dying in the west; already
evenings shadows filled the corners
Of the little Gothic chapel and an at
mosphere of perfect rest and repose
seemed to sweep over the sepulcher as
the congregation began recitins the
Apostles Creed with the clergymen.
Reverently the Lords prayer was re-
peated. followed by prayers for the
bereaved family. The hour OF com
more all that was mortal of Wood
row Wilson would disappear from the
sight of man forever.
CONGREGATION Retfres.
Sweetly and softly the organ
breathed the soul-inspiring notes of
the recessional-'"The powers of
death have done their worst, but
Christ their legions have dispersed"
Quietly the congregation retired, the
President and Mrs. Coolidge leaving
first. And the widow was left alone
with her cherished dead the last brief
moment she might still call him her
own.
Quickly the large marble slab seal
ing the entrance to the tomb was
raised. The quiet grave lay beneath,
waiting to welcome Woodrow Wilson
to his last sleep beside three other
Christian soldiers of peace who pre-
ceded him. Facing the east, slowly
he was lowered to his long-sought
peace.
Bishop Freeman intoned the final
rites.
MAN, that is born of woman, hath
but a short time to live. and is full
of misery. He cometh up and is cut
were a shadow, and never continueth
in one stay. In the midst OF life we
are in death: Of whom may we seek
for succor, but Thee, o Lord, who for
our sins art justly displeayed. Yet.