ry of the
celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.

There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and
another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in
glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in
corruption, it is raised in incorruption; it is sown in dishonor, it is
raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is
sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural
body, and there is a spiritual body. And so it is written, the first man
Adam was made a living soul, the last Adam was made a quickening spirit.
Howbeit, that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is
natural; and afterward that which is spiritual. The first man is of the
earth, earthy; the second man is the Lord from heaven. As is the earthy,
such are they also that are earthy; and as is the heavenly, such are
they also that are heavenly. And as we have borne the image of the
earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.

Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the
kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption. Behold, I
show you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed;
in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump; for the
trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we
shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and
this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have
put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then
shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, death is swallowed
up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy
victory?

As the Chaplain pronounces the concluding words, "O grave, where is thy
victory?" the lights in the hall will be raised to brilliancy, the four
brethren seated around the catafalque will relight the tapers, while a
strain of triumphant music will be played.

The Chaplain will return to his place in the East, and the following, or
some other appropriate Ode, will be sung to music of a more cheerful
character:

Ode.--Tune, Cary.

One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I am nearer home today
Than I ever have been before.

Nearer my Father's house,
Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne;
Nearer the crystal sea.

Near