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I know that yonder Pharisee
Not to one church alone, but seven,
For others a diviner creed
Not as a vulture, but a dove,
H. W. Longfellow.
THE Banyan of the Indian isle
1 Spreads deeply down its massive root, And spreads its branching life abroad,
And bends to earth, with scarlet fruit ; But when the branches reach the ground,
They firmly plant themselves again : They rise and spread and droop and root,
An ever green and endless chain.
And so the Church of Jesus Christ,
The blessed Banyan of our God, Fast-rooted upon Zion's mount,
Has sent its sheltering arms abroad; And every branch that from it springs,
In sacred beauty spreading wide, As low it bends to bless the earth,
Still plants another by its side.
NE baptism and one faith,
One Lord below, above,
One only watchword, — Love.
Our sacrifice is One ;
One priest before the throne, —
Redeemer, Lord alone !
O why should they who love
One Gospel to unfold,
On earth be strange and cold ?
Why, subjects of the Prince of Peace,
Head of Thy Church beneath,
The Catholic, — the true, -
Her broken frame renew !
ALL-SEEING God ! 't is Thine to know
Who among men, great Lord of all,
If wrong, correct; accept, if right;
NE Father, God, we own ;
One Spirit evermore ; One Christ, with manger, cross, and throne,
The Light, the Way, the Door.
In souls we hail his birth ;
’T is now he comes again ; His kingdom is the convert Earth,
His Church all faithful men.
The Scriptures thus we read;
Of strangest powers compiled,
Of earth's frail, clouded child.