Do thou, O Father, scatter darkness from their souls, and give them light to discover true wisdom.
“In being honoured let them pay Thee Honour,
Hymning Thy glorious works continually as beseems mortal men,
Since there can be no greater glory for men or gods than this,
To praise for ever and ever the grand and Universal Law!
Amen!—Amen!—Amen!”
“Strange they should elect to sing that”—said Strathlea musingly—“I remember learning it off by heart in my student days. They have left out a verse of it here and there,—but it is quite a Pagan hymn.”
“It seems to me very good Christianity”—said Irene Vassilius, her eyes kindling with emotion—“It is a grand and convincing act of thanksgiving, and I think we have more cause for thankfulness than supplication.”
“I am not yet quite sure about that myself”—murmured Strathlea in her ear—“I shall know better when the day is ended which I need most, prayer or thanksgiving.”
She coloured a little and her eyes fell,—meanwhile the solemn music ceased.