asure of
the prince of Galilee.

The brilliant stars of a billion lights are seen to fade and pass away,
as they wander through the haze of gray.
Out of the darkness of the night into the light of day.

Who is that glittering above Eden's light, with the prayers of the
saints scattering the night?
Changing the stars in their courses so bright; teaching the speeding
sun to shed his light.

Whatever the soul desires that shall it ask of me. I, who arose from
the dead on Calvary.
Holding the earth in its place aright; ruling the seas with his
powerful might.

O you transcities on the hills of white; for thee changing the time
into days and nights.
If the soul shall cry, the prince shall hear the Lord whose high
spirit is always near.

He cares for you as a father would; as a chickadee in the garden
protects her brood.
Who is he that holds creation in its perfect mood?
He is almighty, yet you can help him; you can if you would.

What does your work profit? Why labor as one great? Does the Lord
have need of you?
As the saints believe in his greatness, these are the things the Lord
will do.

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A High Praise

Alleuher with sin I am done, I believe on your son, I am saved by the
love of the sanctified one.

What more can he say, than to me he has said? Showing mercy to the
sinner, and raising the dead.

If Jairus had not believed, surely he would not have seen the salvation
of Mosier, his power supreme.

The children came to seek him. O how they loved him then, O praise his
high spirit that is given to men.

Yonder comes then that woman, a sinner to her people to say, "Mosier
rests by our city, it is time that we pray."

O how the children love him, because that he is ever true. His kingdom
is with power, all the ages through.

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A High Praise

King Mosier traveled through the land. He healed the sick, both of the
rich and poor. He cast his spirit upon those in sorrow, and their
sorrows were no more.

King Mosier went down to the pool of Solomon, where the sick were lying
upon the shore. He bid them arise, be on the way, and their diseases
were no more.

King Mosier went down to Bethany, where the dead were waiting in the
tomb. O, death fell from its throne, and delivered up his own, to this
power o