And, below the outcry, like the sea beneath the breakers,
Mingling with the anguish, rolled the solemn organ....
Eleven in the morning—people were at church—
Prayers were in the making—God was near at hand—
It was Sunday!
By Isaiah
Hear the word of the Lord, ye rulers of Sodom; give ear unto the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah. To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the Lord.... Bring no more vain oblations.... When ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you; yea when ye make many prayers I will not hear; your hands are full of blood.
To the Preacher
(From “In This Our World”)