Joyous, risen, we depart
Having one.

_Laus Deo_,--on this rock
(Heaven chiseled squarely good)
Stands His Church--
God is Love and understood
By His flock.

_Laus Deo_, night starlit
Slumbers not in God's embrace;
Then oh, man!
Like this stone be in thy place;
Stand, not sit.

Cold, silent, stately stone,
Dirge and song and shoutings low,
In thy heart
Dwell serene,--and sorrow? No,
It has none,
_Laus Deo_!


FEED MY SHEEP.

Shepherd, show me how to go
O'er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow,
How to feed Thy sheep;
I will listen for Thy voice,