Sublime are ye as heaven! Though bleak, not barren; silent, yet not dumb, From outgone shadows health and music come, And thronging thoughts are given! Not worthless is your aim, To stand from age to age, from hour to hour, The Almighty’s temple, token of his power, And record of His name. _W. Anderson._ For the strength of the _hills_ we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God! Thou hast made the children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod. Thou hast fix’d our arch of refuge Where the spoilers foot ne’er trod; For the strength of the _hills_ we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God. We are watchers of a beacon Whose lights must never die; We are guardians of an altar ’Midst the silence of the sky; The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod; For the strength of the _hills_ we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God. For the dark resounding heavens, Where thy still small voice is heard, For the strong pines of the forests, That by thy breath are stirr’d; For the storms on whose free pinions Thy spirit walks abroad; For the strength of the _hills_ we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God. The royal eagle darteth On his quarry from the heights, And the stag that knows no master Seeks there his wild delights; But we for thy communion Have sought the mountain sod; For the strength of the _hills_ we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God! _Mrs. Hemans._ Look up, my soul, toward the eternal _hills_; Those heavens are fairer than they seem, There pleasures all sincere glide in its crystal rills, There not a dreg of guilt defiles, Nor guilt disturbs the stream: There is no cursed soil, no tainted spring, No roses grow on thorns, nor honey wears a sting. _Watts._ HOLINESS. Thou art _holy_, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.--Psalm xxii. 3. _Holiness_ becometh thine house, O Lord, for ever.--Psalm xciii. 5. Follow peace with all men, and _holiness_, without which no man shall see the Lord.--Hebrews, xii. 14. _Holy, holy, holy_, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.--Revelations, iv. 8. Thrice _holy_ fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire. _Dryden._ Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, The sun of _Holiness_ shall shine. _H. K. White._