The New Century

WE stand expectant at the portal
Of the new century's dawning day;
We catch the sounds of strains immortal
As mists and darkness melt away;
And as we gaze, the view resplendent
Grows brighter as the day comes on,
Till scenes and sounds become transcendent,
Which were but faint at early dawn.

We heard the inspired poet singing,
About "The Christ that is to be,"
And our hearts throbbed as it came ringing
So grandly to us 'cross the sea.
But now we sing a newer chorus
About the loving Christ that IS,
As the transforming thought comes o'er us
That every living soul is His.

Man's universal brotherhood
Is now impressed upon the heart,
While fatherhood and motherhood
A new and sweeter sense impart.
The century dawns! The bells are ringing!
We hear their loud, glad sound again.
Above, angelic hosts are singing:
"God's tabernacle is with men."

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Truth Makes Free
December 27, 1900

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