"Glory to God in the Name of His Christ our Redeemer!"

"GLORY FOR EVER AND EVER! AMEN!"

"Glory to God for the joys of the Past, the Present and Future!"

"GLORY FOR EVER AND EVER! AMEN!"

"Glory to God for the Power of Will and the working of Wisdom!"

"GLORY FOR EVER AND EVER! AMEN!"

"Glory to God for the briefness of life, the gladness of death,
and the promised Immortal Hereafter!"

"GLORY FOR EVER AND EVER! AMEN!"

Then came a pause, during which the thunder outside added a
tumultuous Gloria of its own to those already recited,--the organ
music died away into silence, and the monk now turning so that he
faced the altar, sank reverently on his knees. All present
followed his example, with the exception of the stranger, who, as
if in deliberate defiance, drew himself resolutely up to his full
height, and, folding his arms, gazed at the scene before him with
a perfectly unmoved demeanor,--he expected to hear some long
prayer, but none came. There was an absolute stillness, unbroken
save by the rattle of the rain-drops against the high oriel
window, and the whistling rush of the wind. And as he looked, the
fiery Cross began to grow dim and pale,--little by little, its
scintillating lustre decreased, till at last it disappeared