November 21

O LORD, Thou art the Door Through which we pass to the eternal peace, When the dim light of these short days shall cease, Time be for us no more.

'Tis through this Door we see The vision of the Father, and we hear The pleading of the Spirit; oh, draw near, Most Holy, unto me.

I kneel beside this Door, And raise mine eyes unto the heavenly light, Praying obedience may follow sight, As faith must go before.

Wide open stands this Door For those whose only gate had been the grave; To open it His life the Builder gave, Now can it close no more.

For ever passing through Are spirits sanctified and souls released, Called to the sweetness of the Master's feast: Hearken, He calleth you!

J. E. A. BROWN

THE NEW-BORN