The thistle and the thorns and the weeds shall bear its foods of a valiant worth. There shall be no hunger or tears of the poor, for the Lord he feeds the whole earth. We will plant the rose on the mountain high, the lily in the plain, In songs with flowers we will greet our king, when he with the saints shall come to earth to reign. The oak and the chestnut and the pine shall bloom, filling the world with light. Mosier Alleuher's great son has banished sin's long dark night. Or if this mortal shall fade or the bones be laid in the clay, This spirit shall fly away on the wings of his power, to the realms of that blessed day. * * * * * A High Priest O great Alleuher just for a while--only for a while it shall be, we will take our harps and fly away on the wings of your power, and soon return to thee. From out over the earth in tears tonight and from over the cloud-mist seas. A soul has been born tonight in the hills of Bethany, shining in the light of thee, O Alleuher, glittering in the image of thee. We will take our harps and sing praise to thee, for the glorious gift of love to the world for your memory. We see your glory asleep with the children down there; the lily of the valley, the rose of Sharon shall bare. Peace and good will in its season to the world of despair; while we watch and praise the Ancient of Days above the cloud-strewn air. O great Alleuher, a new light has been made to shine for tonight, revealing his love in the deeds of his might. Answering to that light that shall arise from Calvary, shining to the world for ever shall be, out over the earth and the cloud-mist seas. We will take our harps and sing praise to thee, for the children of the earth and the marines of the sea. For the shepherds of the hills dwelling in light descending from thee. In the songs that arise from the high hills, in the music of the valleys and the seas. * * * * * A High Praise Praise Him Ye Hosts Mosier's spirit searches through the mist of the evening, through the night times of gloom; through the morning in its rising; through the brightness of noon. And I know wherever I be, as his spirit searches through the shadows, that he sees me. Through the rivers and the oceans, through the starry plains of time; through the hosts of the living, Mosier searches men's minds. And I know that wherever I be, as his spirit searches through the shadows, that he sees me. Through the heavens and its hosts, through the nations that war; blending the minds of the whole creation, he comes seeking on this living shore. And I know wherever I be, as his spirit searches through the shadows, that he sees me. A High Praise--Victory