ull bloom
There will be no time for the shadows of doubt, we praise in eternal
noon.

The children shall sing on the mountain high; the aged shall pray in
the plains.
While Jesus, with his high spirit of power, over the hosts shall
reign.

The thistle and the thorns and the weeds shall bear its foods of a
valiant worth.
There shall be no hunger or tears of the poor, for the Lord he feeds
the whole earth.

We will plant the rose on the mountain high, the lily in the plain,
In songs with flowers we will greet our king, when he with the saints
shall come to earth to reign.

The oak and the chestnut and the pine shall bloom, filling the world
with light.
Mosier Alleuher's great son has banished sin's long dark night.

Or if this mortal shall fade or the bones be laid in the clay,
This spirit shall fly away on the wings of his power, to the realms of
that blessed day.

* * * * *

A High Priest

O great Alleuher just for a while--only for a while it shall
be, we will take our harps and fly away on the wings of
your power, and soon return to thee. From out over the
earth in tears tonight and from over the cloud-mist
seas.

A soul has been born tonight in the hills of Bethany,
shining in the light of thee, O Alleuher, glittering in
the image of thee. We will take our harps and sing
praise to thee, for the glorious gift of love to the
world for your memory.

We see your glory asleep with the children down there; the
lily of the valley, the rose of Sharon shall bare. Peace
and good will in its season to the world of despair;
while we watch and praise the Ancient of Days above the
cloud-strewn air.

O great Alleuher, a new light has been made to shine for
tonight, revealing his love in the deeds of his might.
Answering to that light that shall arise from Calvary,
shining to the world for ever shall be, out over the
earth and the cloud-mist seas.

We will take our harps and sing praise to thee, for the
children of the earth and the marines of the sea. For
the shepherds of the hills dwelling in light descending
from thee. In the songs that arise from the high hills,
in the music of the valleys and the seas.

* * * * *

A High Praise

Praise Him Ye Hosts

Mosier's spirit