Will people—our neighbors—
Talk of robbings and muggings,
Of error and fear, of mayhem and sluggings?
Will they twitter like sparrows?
Will they parrot their fear?
Or will they speak of the blessings
That flow from us, here?
Will they speak of our church
As "a blessing from heaven"—
Of the healings performed;
Sins destroyed and forgiven,
Of supply never failing, of devils cast out,
Of spiritual riches and faith without doubt?
So unbushel the candle and let your light shine!
Let our church be a beacon,
Let our light far outshine
The mute trumpet of error
That can play only nothings,
Negation and terror.
The love in our hearts can fill every pew,
The joy from our lips
Can "distil as the dew";
The strength of our smile
Can welcome the stranger,
The power of our Truth
Can protect us from danger.
