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A High Praise--Salvation

The sorrows of the living in tears that are shed,
Are oftimes calmed by the silent speech of those that are dead.

Some of them have been gone for many years.
Ministering souls of Mosier in the great vineyard of careers.

Shadows of the soul's despair, are banished by the host of the saints
of the air.
Mosier's saints as they linger near.

Mosier, with his saints, shall return to reign some day.
By the spirit of his light over all his people of the great white way.

A High Praise

King Simon he was a rich man, in land and silver and gold.
In sheep and cattle and wealth untold.
He also worshiped Jehovah; this was that king Simon in the days of old.

Every year he came to Zion to sacrifice--his cattle all arrayed in the
finest of gold.
Great respect he had for Jehovah, moving on in the laws of light in
the things he was told.

He said to his bearers at dawn, "Let us arise and away.
There is a sacrifice in Zion and I want to be there to pray."
Perhaps he will respect these mites of ours before his altar we convey.

There was sorrow in Zion, the heavens were all faded and gray.
Jehovah had hid his face from the children of the world, and taken his
spirit away.
His son, assailed with their wrath, sang beneath the diheftie in the
gates of the city that day.

They cried, "yonder comes that Nigger in his silken chariot of gold.
Come down you king, or we will crucify you and your fold."
But tears of sorrow for one among man, only revealed the thoughts of
his soul.

He picked up the diheftie and away, and laid it down on Calvary,
Then said to his bearers, "Send those sheep and cattle away--in the
wilds let them go free.
For Jehovah's own son in this city of tears has ended such things for
me."

A High Praise

Some one is watching over the earth that is still; some one rules over
the fringed hills.
O you wonders of life praise him who rules over our changing wills.

I watched those stars in the distances; there are some that falter and
fall.
I see them glitter for an instant through the azure ways, and are not
found at all.

Does the soul have need of things? Come, then, and ask of me.
I will tell you where the fallen stars are found--in the tre