The Gates of Time and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

AD ECCLESIAM DEI


 

O Church of God, our Mother,
    Upon thy queenly head
There broods the living Spirit
    Whom Christ Himself has shed;
No more the dark dissensions,
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    The day of doubt is done,
When dangers gather round thee
    Thy children stand as one.

O Church of God, our Mother,
    Forgive the shameful past,

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The worldly hearts that chilled thee,
    The chains that bound thee fast;
Behold, from the horizon
     The clouds have rolled away,
And now with clearer vision
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    Men own thy gracious sway.

O Church of God, our Mother,
    So bright thine annals shine,
The ages hold no triumphs
    More wonderful than thine

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Thou didst in old times cradle
    Our rude and warlike race,
Thy sons are kings of honour,
    Thy daughters queens of grace.

O Church of God, our Mother,

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    The new dawn rises fair,
And broader paths of glory
    Are opening everywhere;
Beyond the ocean’s thunders,
    As in the olden days,
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Thy creeds give faith her utterance,
    Thy voice her prayer and praise.

O Church of God, our Mother,
    God’s wings are o’er thee spread,
And loyal sons are ready

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    For thee their blood to shed;
No more the dark dissensions,
    The day of doubt is done,
And round thee in the battle
    Thy children stand as one.
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