CHURCH MUSIC.
From the church the anthem pealing,
O’er the wave is gently stealing:
Now it swells, now dies away,
Making holy harmony.
The spire from out the trees
Our eyes directs on high;
The sounds which swell the breeze,
The heavens to us bring nigh;
For while we listen to the song
Of glory rais’d to “Him on high,”
Our thoughts soar up, and dwell among
Those realms where Immortality,
In angel forms and bright array,
Before God’s throne for ever pray,
And Hallelujahs joyous raise
To their “Almighty Maker’s” praise.
