Echo Anthems of the Skies
By Worthie Harris Holden
Our earth sprang forth from the Creator's hand To hear the universe an anthem raise As morning stars extolled God's wise command, And sons of God exulted in his praise. When to redeem our world and all mankind Our Saviour came as babe to Bethlehem, Again was heralded God's blest design In anthem of good will and peace to men. When night is spent, behold the daylight gleam! Ascending with his saints to gates ajar, The King of glory still the rapture-theme In anthem grand is heralded afar. And ever have their echoes, heard above, Arisen from his pilgrims waiting here; We magnify our God to laud his love,— Our feeblest song is music to his ear. In paradise restored forevermore 'Mid Sabbath rest shall songs of praise arise. Can we while here do filial service more Than daily echo anthems of the skies? Join now the song of triumph, and rejoice In adoration of our Lord on high; Soon on the sea of glass thy harp and voice Will blend with all the chorus of the sky.