ASSURANCE.
Not where the Martyrs knelt, but wherewekneel,Is holy ground for us and ours;—Not what the Saints have felt, but whatwefeel,With strength divine the fainting soul empowers.Not what the Apostles held, but whatwehold,Makes radiant death’s dread mystery;—Fromlivingfaith, deep-welled, has onward rolledThe widening stream of Christian history.
Not where the Martyrs knelt, but wherewekneel,Is holy ground for us and ours;—Not what the Saints have felt, but whatwefeel,With strength divine the fainting soul empowers.Not what the Apostles held, but whatwehold,Makes radiant death’s dread mystery;—Fromlivingfaith, deep-welled, has onward rolledThe widening stream of Christian history.
Not where the Martyrs knelt, but wherewekneel,Is holy ground for us and ours;—Not what the Saints have felt, but whatwefeel,With strength divine the fainting soul empowers.
Not where the Martyrs knelt, but wherewekneel,
Is holy ground for us and ours;—
Not what the Saints have felt, but whatwefeel,
With strength divine the fainting soul empowers.
Not what the Apostles held, but whatwehold,Makes radiant death’s dread mystery;—Fromlivingfaith, deep-welled, has onward rolledThe widening stream of Christian history.
Not what the Apostles held, but whatwehold,
Makes radiant death’s dread mystery;—
Fromlivingfaith, deep-welled, has onward rolled
The widening stream of Christian history.