And the dead soul of Iscariot Was born again that night; For the Lord Christ came dead souls to claim And lead them into Light. And the souls of the unburied, When they looked upon His face, Were cleansed of sin and entered in To His redeeming grace. So, by that wonderful great Love Which highest heaven extols,-- To Mother Earth their dead bodies, And unto Christ their souls. PROFIT AND LOSS Profit?--Loss? Who shall declare this good--that ill?-- When good and ill so intertwine But to fulfil the vast design Of an Omniscient Will?-- When seeming gain but turns to loss,-- When earthly treasure proves but dross,-- And what seemed loss but turns again To high, eternal gain? Wisest the man who does his best, And leaves the rest To Him who counts not deeds alone, But sees the root, the flower, the fruit, And calls them one. FREE MEN OF GOD Free men of God, the New Day breaks In golden gleams across the sky; The darkness of the night is past, This is the Day of Victory. For this our fathers strove, In stern and fiery love-- That men to come should be Born into liberty-- That all should be--as we are--Free! Free men of God, gird up your loins, And brace you for the final fight! Strike home, strike home for Truth and Right! --Yet bear yourselves as in His sight! For this our fathers fought, This with their lives they bought-- That you and I should be Heirs of their liberty-- That all should be--as we are--Free! Free men we are and so will be; We claim free access unto Him, Who widened all the bounds of life, And us from bondage did redeem. Let no man intervene, Or draw a vail between Us and our God, for He Would have His people free,-- And we would be--as Thou art--Free. Free men of God, your Birthright claim! Our fathers won it with a price. They paid in full to axe and flame, Nor counted up the sacrifice. This is our heritage, And here we do engage, Each man unto his son Intact to pass it on. So shall they be--as we are--Free! Our Sure Defence, in times of stress, Thy gates stand open, wide and free, When men provoke and wrongs oppress, We seek Thy wider liberty. With loftier mind and heart, Let each man bear his part! So--to the final fight, And God defend the right! We shall, we must, we will be--Free! TREASURE-TROVE Lord Christ, let me but hold Thy hand And all the rest may go. For nothing is, but only seems, And life is full of idle dreams, Until Thyself we know. The whole wide world is nought beside The wonder of Thy love. And though my state be mean and strait, Give me but heart to work and wait, And I have Treasure-Trove. THE GATE "A little child shall lead them."