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THE LORD’S SUPPER 23
Worship is called his most beautiful hour, and its tongue
is entreaty.
Ah! when the infinite burden of life descendeth upon us,
Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, in the
grave-yard,—
Then it is good to pray unto God; for his sorrowing
children
Turns He ne’er from his door, but He heals and helps and
consoles them.
Yet is it better to pray when all things are prosperous
with us,
Pray in fortunate days, for life’s most beautiful Fortune
Kneels down before the Eternal’s throne; and, with hands
interfolded,
Praises thankful and moved the only giver of blessings.
Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that comes not
from Heaven?
What has mankind forsooth, the poor! that it has not
received ?
Therefore, fall in the dust and pray! The seraphs
adoring
Cover with pinions six their face in the glory of Him who
Hung his masonry pendant on naught, when the world He
created.
Earth declareth his might, and the firmament uttereth his
glory.
Races blossom and die, and stars fall downward from
heaven,
Downward like withered leaves; at the last stroke of
midnight, millenniums
Lay themselves down at his feet, and He sees them, but
counts them as nothing.
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