The Secret of the Creation | Page 9

the flowers are
in full bloom
There will be no time for the shadows of doubt, we
praise in eternal noon.
The children shall sing on the mountain high; the aged shall pray in the
plains.
While Jesus, with his high spirit of power, over the hosts shall
reign.
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
One day a great train pulled out from mount Zion, for a destiny well
known.
Three passengers stepped on board, and the train moved
onward for Jehovah's great throne.
For ages and ages the saints have been waiting for the returning of that
train.
When Jehovah shall lift the curse of sin from the nations, in

sending his son to reign.
We will meet King Jesus out upon the great highway, in songs of high
praise.
In the light of his spirit, dwelling in rest forever, given by the
Ancient of Days.
They have been making up the great train of Zion, through the ages she
stands by.
Soon the hosts of our Father's glory shall come sweeping
through the sky.
The great conductor is standing in the depot, by the gates of praise he
stands by.
Waiting for the saints of the whole creation, to be ready to
receive his train from the sky.
The music sounds out over the nations, the bells are ringing on every
sea.
I am going to march with the saints to Zion, while the bells are
tolling for me.

A Praise--The Rivers
I wrought not these miracles by any zest of mine.
The angels keep
watch over the rivers, that float down by the steeps of time.
He wrote with his hand upon the marble, the songs of Zion's chimes.
The angels watch through the stillness until the morning time.
He said, "I will not forsake thee or leave thee in despair alone. The
angels and my spirit shall guard upon the rivers, all those that are my
own."
We believed him when he descended, and the