The Saint’s Heritage and Watchword
“No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.” — Isaiah liv. 17.
November 5th, 1854
THIS is the fifth of November, a day notable in English history. The events which transpired on it ought never to be forgotten. On this memorable day, the Catholics, foiled in all their schemes for crushing our glorious Protestantism, devised a plot horrible and diabolical enough to render them for ever hateful amongst upright men. The vast Armada of Spain, on which they had relied, had been by the breath of God scattered and given to destruction; and now the cowardly traitors attempted, by the foulest means, the end which they could not accomplish by open warfare. Under the Houses of Parliament the deadly powder was concealed which they hoped would be the death blow to both houses, and so annihilate the power of Protestantism; but God looked from heaven, he confounded their knavish tricks, he laid their secrets bare, and discovered their treachery. Hallelujah to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, who guarded us, and guards us still from the devices of Rome and hell! Praise to his name, we are free from the Pope of Rome, to whom —
“Britons never will be slaves.”
“While for our princes they prepare,
In caverns deep a burning snare,
He shot from heaven a piercing ray
And the dark treachery brought to day.”
Nor is this the only event for which the fifth of November is notable, for, in 1688, we as a nation experienced a deliverance equally as great. James II. had attempted to revive the dying cause of Popery, and the hopes of Satan were great; but sturdy Protestants would not easily lose their dearly-bought liberties, and, therefore, brought about the glorious Revolution by which King William III. ascended the throne, and from him the succession has been happily continued until the reign of our Queen, for whom our earnest prayers shall rise.
“Such great deliverance God hath wrought,
And down to us salvation brought,
And still the care of guardian heaven,
Secures the bliss itself has given.”
Blessed be God that, on this fifth of November, we can record such deliverances! Our Puritan forefathers never suffered this day to pass over without a commemoration service. So far from this day being forgotten, it ought to be remembered, not by the saturnalia of striplings, but by the songs of saints. I think I have in my possession now a record of sermons preached on the fifth of November by Matthew Henry. Many divines of his time regularly preached on this day. I think the true Protestant feeling of this country, which has lately so revived, and which has shown itself so strongly, will scarcely forgive me if I do not, this morning, return most humble and hearty thanks to that God who has delivered us from the curse, and enabled us to stand as Protestant men free to preach the gospel of Christ.
I notice, in my text, two things; — the first is, the saint’s heritage; the second, the saint’s watchword.
I. First, THE SAINT’S HERITAGE.
Now, do not suppose that, this morning, I shall have time, or opportunity, or talents, or power, to enter into an investigation of all the saint’s heritages, especially when you remember that —
“All things are ours; the gift of God,
The purchase of a Saviour’s blood.”
Time would fail us to talk of all the possessions of the child of God. This world is his; earth is his lodge, and heaven is his home. This life is his, with all its sorrows and its joys; death is his, with all its terrors and solemn realities; and eternity is his, with its immortality and grandeur. God is his, with all his attributes. The saint has a prospective right to everything. God hath made him the heir of all things; for we are co-heirs with Christ, joint-heirs with the Son of God. We have not time enough, in a life of seventy years, even to read over once the fair inventory of the saint’s possessions. There is in it such a depth unfathomable, such a height immeasurable, such an intensity of value, such a wealth of preciousness, that we should need to read it over an eternal number of times before we should ever be able to comprehend to the full the love of God. So, you see, I am not about to describe the heritage of God’s people at large; but I am going to speak of the one peculiar item of that bright heritage which is mentioned in my text; and that is, preservation: “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.” I shall speak of this as being the heritage, not only of the Church at large, but the personal and particular possession of every true believer, every elect child of God.
First, then, there is the promise that we shall have protection against the hand of men: “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.” Satan has always used the hand of man against the Church of Christ. The weapon of physical force has ever been brought to bear against the Church of God. From the day when Cain with his club struck his brother Abel, and laid him low, down to the time of Zacharias the son of Barachias, and from that time until now, this weapon has been constantly used against the Church of God. There has never been a time when a weapon has not been forged against the Church of Christ. Yea, even at the present moment, as I stand here, and with the eye of fancy survey our world, I see a fire blazing, tierce is the flame, and high its pile of fuel. I see a monarch forging a weapon; a crowned tyrant longs to bring forth chains of iron for the liberties of Europe, and smaller despots long to destroy the germ of all true liberty, “the glorious gospel of the blessed God.” I see the armies ready against the Lord of hosts, ready to do battle against the servants of God. Still, here is our sweet comfort; they may forge the weapon; they may fashion the sword; they may shut the prison door; they may confine the prisoners; they may make their instruments of torture; but they cannot prosper; for God hath said it. “He breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.” “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.” He will not let it do so.
Let us just look back through history, and see how God has fulfilled this gracious promise to his Church in past days. He has done it sometimes in this way. He has not allowed the sword so much as to touch his Church. At other times, he has suffered the sword to do its work; and yet, out of evil, he hath brought forth good. Sometimes, no weapon that has been formed against the Church has prospered, because God has not suffered it so much as to touch his Church. Think of the overthrow of Pharaoh. Look yonder, there he is, at the head of all the chivalry of Egypt, pursuing the chosen race. The sea divides to give passage to the Lord’s elect. Lo, they tread the pebbly bottom of the Bed sea, while the waters stand like walls of snow-white crystal on the right and on the left. But the impious monarch, all unawed by this mighty marvel, shouts, “On, on, soldiers of Memphis! Do ye fear to tread where slaves are bold?” See, they boldly dash between the watery heights; chariots and horses are in the sea, madly pursuing Israel. Ho, Israel! fear not the uplifted spear, dread not the rattling chariot; they are marching to their tombs, their weapons shall not prosper. Moses uplifts the rod of God, the parted floods embrace with eager joy, and grasp the helpless foe within their arms.
“Over horse and over car,
Over every man of war,
Over Pharaoh’s crown of gold
The loud thund’ring billows roll’d.
Mid the water dark and dread,
Down they sank, they sank like lead!”
Again, my brethren, behold another glorious proof of the promise. Haman had conceived a hatred to Mordecai, and for his sake the whole race of the Jews must perish. How cunningly he lays his plots, how readily he obtains the consent of the king, how sure is he of his revenge! Even now, in imagination, he sees Mordecai swinging on the lofty gallows, and all his kindred given to slaughter. Ah, thou enemy, delight in thine imagination, for it shall be disappointed! Rejoice in thy design, but it shall be utterly confounded! There is a God in the courts of heaven, and an Esther in the palace of Shushan. Thou thyself shalt be hanged on thine own gallows, and the race of David shall revenge the deed of the Agagite upon his sons. O Israel, well mayest thou rejoice at the feast of Purim, for the weapon of the mighty is broken! Nor here alone can we see the promise fulfilled; for time would fail me to tell of conquered Amalek and routed Midian. Scarcely can I speak of Philistia and her giants given to the beasts of prey, or Edom slaughtered by the sword. Let the armies witness who fled at the fancied rumbling of chariots, or that host who in one night became the inhabitants of the realms of death. Let the warriors, who rest with their rusted swords beneath their earthy pillows, rise from their long sleep, and confess the futility of their efforts; yea, let monarchs now in the chains of hell bear witness to their own utter confusion when the Lord appeared in battle for his chosen. March on, despot; bid thy slaves rise against the free, crush the helpless, and usurp the dominions of thy neighbour; but know that the Lord is mightier than thou art Thy Northern hordes are not invincible; and Britons, with the help of God, shall teach thee that in vain thou liftest the hand of robbery. Thou contendest with a nation in whose midst the elect of God are praying against thee, and thou shalt know that God has said unto her holy seed, “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.”
But now another view of the subject presents itself. Sometimes God has suffered the enemy to exult over us, and the sword has been used with terrible effect. There have been dark and gloomy days for the chosen Church of Christ, when persecution has cried “Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.” When blood has flowed like water over the land, our enemies have triumphed. The martyr was bound to the stake, or was crucified upon the tree; the pastor was cut off, and the flocks were scattered. Cruel torture, awful suffering, was endured by the saints of God. The elect cried, and said, “O Lord, how long? Let it repent thee concerning thy servants.” The enemy laughed, and said, “All! all! so would we have it.” Zion was under a cloud. Her precious saints, comparable to fine gold, were esteemed as earthen vessels, the work of the hands of the potter, and her princes were trodden down like mire in the streets. O my soul, how was it, in that sad day, when the enemy came upon her like a flood, and she could scarcely lift up the standard of the Lord against him? O God, there was an hour when thou would’st not hear the cry of thine elect! It seemed as if thine ear was deaf. The plaint of the widow was unheeded; the groans, the agonies, and the cries of martyrs were unnoticed; and thou didst still allow the enemy to vex thy children. Persecution shook the land, and sent forth its burning lava of cruelty, devastating the fair fields of the Church of God. But did the enemy prosper? Did he succeed? Did persecution destroy God’s Church? Did the weapon formed against us prosper? No! Each time that the Church had a wave of persecution pass over her, she rose out of it, and lifted her fair countenance, “fan as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners.” She was all the more glorious for it all. Every time her blood was shed, each drop became a man, and each man thus converted stood prepared to pour out the vital current from his veins to defend the cause of God. and truth. Ah! those were times when, instead of the Church being diminished and brought low, God did multiply her, and persecution worked for her good instead of causing her evil. The persecutor did not destroy the Church. The ship of Christ’s Church never sails so well as when she is rocked from side to side by the winds of persecution, and when, at every lurch, she is well-nigh overwhelmed. Nothing has helped God’s Church so much as persecution; she has been increased and strengthened by it.
You will remember that this is not only the heritage of the Church at large, but also of every individual believer. And now I can speak to some poor souls who are in this place of worship. O brother, O sister, there is a word for thee this morning! “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.” There are some dear sisters, who come into this house of prayer under fear of brutal husbands; and there are sons and daughters who have cruel fathers. I know there are some here who meet with dire and terrible persecution because they come to the house of God. Little do some of us know, when we meet here, what our neighbour in the same seat has had to suffer through coming to this house of prayer. I could a tale unfold that would ruffle up your spirits, — a tale of persecution endured by some of the saints of God in this place. This is a word for you, my friend: “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.” The blow of a brutal husband shall not injure you; it may injure your body, but it cannot injure your soul. “Fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.” Why should you fear men when God is on your side? Remember that Christ has said, “Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.” Hold on, young man; hold on, young woman; still continue in the fear of God, and you shall find that persecution shall work for your good. But mark thee, persecutor, — if thou art hero this morning, — there is a chain, in hell, of hot iron that shall be bound around thy waist; there are fiends that have whips of fire, and they shall scourge thy soul throughout eternity, because thou darest to put a stumbling-block in the way of God’s children. Remember what the Lord Jesus said: “Whoso shall offend one of these little ones, which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”
The second portion of the saint’s heritage is, “every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.” Here is protection from the tongue of men. Satan leaves no stone unturned against the Church of God. He uses not simply the hand; but, what is oftener a sharper weapon, the tongue. We can bear a blow, sometimes, but we cannot endure an insult. There is a great power in the tongue. We can rise from a blow which smote us to the ground; but we cannot so easily recover from slander, that lays the character low; yet the promise of the text is, “Every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shaft condemn.” Look at the Church at large, and see how she has condemned her adversaries. When first she came into the world, she had to oppose Judaism; but she has condemned it, and its doctrines are now effete: then up started philosophers, and they said that the gospel was all foolishness, because they found nothing of worldly wisdom in it. But what has become of the philosopher now? Where is the Stoic who boasted of his wisdom? Where the Epicurean who lectured in the streets of Greece? Where are they now? They are gone, and their names are only used to describe things that have ceased to be. Then Satan invented Mohammedanism in order to oppose the truth of God; but the Church of God has condemned that long ago. The cross has made the crescent wane.
Where are the various systems of infidelity which have arisen one after another? They are gone quite out of sight. Now and then we have felt rather alarmed, because we have heard that some great people were going to prove that the Bible was not true, and that our creed was not sound. I remember talking with an old man, who said to me, “Ah, sir, this geology will quite ruin man’s belief in the Bible!” But, geology, instead of opposing the gospel, furnishes many powerful confirmations of the facts of revelation. Each one of the sciences has, in its imperfect condition, been used as a battering-ram against the truth of God; but, as soon as it has been better understood, it has been made a pillar in Zion’s citadel. Fear not, O sons of God, that the perversions of men of science can damage our cause! Lying tongues we shall condemn. O infidelity, abortion of the night, thou hast been condemned a thousand times! Thou art a Protean creature, changing thy shape as the ages come and go. Once thou wast a laughing idiotic play-thing for Voltaire; then a bullying blasphemer with Tom Paine; then a cruel, blood-drinking fiend, fit mate for Robespierre; anon a speculating theorist with Owen; and now a worldly, gross secularizing thing for impious lecturers and their profane admirers. I fear thee not, infidelity; thou art an asp, biting at iron, spending thy spleen, and breaking thy fangs.
My friends, did you ever, in imagination, walk the centuries, and mark the rise and fall of various empires of unbelief? If so, you seemed to be on a battlefield, and to see corpses all round you. You ask the name of the dead, and someone replies that it is the corpse of such-and-such a system, or the carcase of such-and-such a theory; and, mark you, as surely as time rolls on, the now rampant style of infidelity will perish, and, in fifty years, we shall see the skeleton of an exploded scheme, and its epitaph will be, “Here lies a fool, called, of old, a Secularist.” What shall we say of Mormonism, the haggard superstition of the West; or of Puseyism, the express image of Popery; or of Socinian and Arian heresies, of Arminian perversions, or of Antinomian abuse? What shall we say of each of these errors but that their death-knell shall soon toll, and these children of hell shall sink back to their birthplace in the pit. Yon old and crazy church upon the seven hills has dared to hurl its anathemas at the saints of the Lord; and still doth she hold the wine-cup of abomination in her hand; and still is she robed in scarlet, and her sway is over many waters; but she shall be condemned in judgment. Lo, the millstone in the hand of the archangel hastens to its fall, and Babylon the Great shall perish with a terrible overthrow. Then shall this cry go up from the Church of God, “Shout, O heavens, for the Lord hath done it; sing, O ye inhabitants of the earth, for the promise is accomplished, and every opposing tongue is condemned!”
This promise is the personal heritage of each child of God: “Every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.” What a sweet thought that is to me, for there are many tongues busy about me. Some say, “He is a good man;” others say, “He is deceiving the people.” Well, if God will convert more sinners, and bring more into his Church, men may say what they like about me. I am not careful to answer any of the self-thought infallibles in this matter. You never hear of a, preacher who gathers a crowd, or who is doing any good, but he is sure to be slandered, and vilified; but here is a promise for him: “Every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.” Then, the more accusers, the more acquittals; the more slander, the more honour; so the enemy may slander us as much as he pleases.
But I know that there are some of my hearers, who believe and love the doctrines of grace; and, sometimes, you are called to dispute and contend for them. I trust you are; I hope you love to “contend earnestly for the faith once delivered to the saints.” I know what is the case with many of you; when you come to talk with an infidel, you do not know what to say. Has it not been so with you many a time? You have said, “I almost wish I could hold my tongue, for the man has confounded me;” yet remember, “Every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.” The last time you had that dispute, you thought that your adversary conquered, did you not? You thought wrongly. He might glory in his intellectual prowess; he might say, “Oh, that man is nothing to me.” But leave him alone till he gets to bed; and when darkness is all round him, he will begin to think seriously. He conquered you in appearance; but now you master him. Wait till he is sick, and then your words shall ring in his ears; they shall come up again from the grave, if he should survive you, and you will conquer him then. Do not be afraid to argue for the truth. Do not think that infidels are wise men; or that Arminians are so exceedingly learned. Stand up for the truth; and there is so much solid learning, and real truth, to be found in the doctrines that we uphold, that none of you need be ashamed of them. They are mighty, and must prevail. The mighty God of Jacob, by the demonstration of the Holy Ghost, make them triumphant!
There is one who has risen against me in judgment many a time, and I daresay he has troubled many of the dear people of the Lord here; — that is, Satan. He is always rising in judgment against us. Whenever we get into a little trouble, he comes, and says, “You are no saint.” If we commit a sin, he says, “You would not sin like that if you had been a child of God; you have no interest in the covenant; you have deceived yourself.” How many times Satan has risen against me in judgment, and so risen that I have been food enough to heed what he said! I have told him, sometimes, “You are a liar, and the father of lies;” but, at other times, I have believed his malicious accusations. It is no easy thing to stand against the insinuations of the evil one. You, my brethren, are not ignorant of his devices. He has set conscience at you, the hell-hounds of legal convictions have howled upon you, and the drum of terrible doom has thundered in your ears; then up has stood the fiend himself, and denied your union with Jesus, claiming you as his own prey and portion. Ah, but how glorious was the moment when our Advocate entered the forum of conscience, and assured us that he had pleaded our cause in the Court of King’s Bench above! And, oh, when he showed us the adversary’s brief spoiled by the nails of the cross, we felt that the tongue of Satan was condemned, and his calumnies hushed. Glorious Counsellor, all praise be to thine adorable name!
Let the saints know also that they shall soon have a yet more public triumph over their cruel enemy. At the day of judgment, the foe of God and man shall be dragged from his cell, shall lift his brazen front with thunder scarred, receive his sentence, and begin a hell more terrible than all he has endured before. O saint, dost thou not know that thou shaft judge him? Know ye not that ye shall judge angels? Ye sons of God shall sit as co-assessors with his first-born Son; and when he shall pronounce the doom of the old dragon, ye shall solemnly say “Amen” to the sentence. Rejoice, O poor tried one; thou shalt tread upon the lion and the dragon, thy foot shall be upon the head of thine enemy, and thou shalt know that the promise of this text is fulfilled in thine own experience: “Every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn.”
Now, beloved, I think I have spoken sufficiently, for the present, on this glorious heritage of the saints of God. The weapons forged against us are not to prosper, and the tongues raised against us are to be condemned.
II. Now I am to speak upon THE SAINT’S WATCHWORD. What is that? “This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.”
In ancient times, as well as at the present time, armies used to have their watchwords, by which they might recognize one another in the dark. We want a watchword now. It is very difficult to tell the children of God unless we have certain signs. God himself gives us the watchword: “Their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.” You can always tell a saint of God by this watchword. If he says, “My righteousness is of God” you may safely believe that he is a disciple of Jesus Christ. If he does not understand our shibboleth, he may not have lived in that country where they speak the pure language of Canaan, and that may excuse defects in his language, he may differ from us in some points, but if he sincerely says, “My righteousness is of God,” you may safely conclude that he is not an enemy of the truth; I mean, “THE TRUTH as it is in Jesus.”
We may understand this watchword in two senses. It may mean that Christian justification in the eyes of the world is of God; and also that their righteousness, their salvation, is of God. There is to be a time when God’s children shall come out clear of all slander, when falsehood shall be swept away, and they shall stand forth justified even by their enemies. Their slanderers shall have nothing to say against them then. They shall share in the admiration which an assembled universe shall be constrained to give to him who doeth all things well. But this vindication will not be brought about by their own efforts. They have not been anxious to avoid reproach for Christ’s sake. They have not wept and bemoaned themselves because they were counted the offscouring of all things. No; their righteousness, their entire clearing from the aspersions of malice, and the calumnies of envy, will come from Jehovah. The escutcheon of the Church is in the Lord’s hands, and he will wipe away, every blot from it. The character of the saints, God himself shall vindicate; and all liars shall have their portion in the lake of lire and brimstone. Let this be the motto on the pennon on our lance; let this be our cheering watchword: “Our righteousness is of the Lord.”
Now for the second meaning. “Their justifying righteousness is of me,’’ saith the Lord. If I wished to test you all, and might ask you only one question, I would ask this: What is your righteousness? Come along in single file. What is your righteousness? “Oh, I am as good as my neighbours!” Go along with you; you are not my comrade. What is your righteousness? “Well, I am rather better than my neighbours, for I go to chapel regularly.” Off with you, sir; you do not know the watchword. And you next; what is your righteousness? “I have been baptized, and am a member of the church.” Yes, and so you may be; but if that is your only hope, you are still in the gall of bitterness. Now, you next; what is your hope? “Oh, I do all I can, and Christ makes up the rest.” Rubbish! you are a Babylonian, you are no Israelite; Christ is no make-weight; — away with you. Here comes the last. What is your righteousness? “My righteousness is filthy rags, except the righteousness which I have, which Christ wrought out for me on Calvary, which is imputed to me by God himself, and which makes me pure and spotless as an angel.” Ah, brother, you and I are fellow-soldiers; I have found you out; that is the watchword: “Y our righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.” I do not ask whether you are Churchmen, or Methodists, or Independents, or Baptists, if you do but know this watchword: “Your righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.” I can leave all those minor things if you can sing, —
“Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress.”
Tell me that you have any other trust, and I will have nothing to do with you. Tell me that you can work out your own salvation without God’s help, and I will not acknowledge you as my brother. But if you tell me that, from first to last, you rely only on Jesus, then I acknowledge you as my fellow-soldier, and I am glad to see you wherever I meet you.
But, to wind up, we have had the heritage of the saints, and we have had the watchword of the saints, what more shall I say? I will say, — How well God has kept his promise! Has he not? You must know that it is just 249 years ago — it will be 250 next year, — the fifth Jubilee, — since, under the Parliament House the train was laid, and the gunpowder ready, to blow up the Houses of Lords and Commons, and utterly to destroy the nation. Ah, how Satan gloated over the thought that he should destroy the Church of God, and exalt his darlings to honour in the places of those who loved the Lord! The plotters said, “The foundations will be destroyed, and then what will the righteous do?” They thought that surely their end would be accomplished; but how sadly were they disappointed! They were discovered. Down went the soldiers, and found out the plot; and Popery has been prevented ‘from spreading throughout Great Britain. Blessed be the name of the Lord, “No weapon that is formed against his Church shall prosper.” We glory because we can put our finger upon the page of history, and exclaim, “God is true, and past events are witnesses of his faithfulness.”
O beloved, has the Holy Ghost given you an inwrought knowledge of the truth of this promise of God? Have you experienced blessed deliverances from the right hand of the Most High? Many of you, I fear, have neither part nor lot in this matter, and you have true cause to lament your terrible loss in being unable to grasp these covenant blessings. But some of us may now anticipate the hour when we shall obtain complete redemption with all the blood-bought family; and then, ah, then, how shall we with rapture review delivering grace in all its thousand instances! Hark! hark! methought I heard sweet music; methought I heard a song descending from the regions up above, borne down by gales whose breath is sweet as that which comes from the spice groves of Araby. I hear a sound, not earthly; — it is, it must be celestial, for no mortal sonnets can with these compare. O river of harmony, where are the lips from which thou flowest? The heavens are opened; I see a host in white robes, with crowns upon their heads, and palm branches in their hands. Who are these? and whence come they? These are they who have passed through great tribulation, and who tell us, “We have whitened our robes in the blood of the Lamb; therefore are we without fault before the throne of God, and we serve him day and night in his temple.” Holy ones, repeat your song; saints of God, re-echo the chorus; repeat it yet again, that these ears may hear it. What do you sing? “No weapon that is formed against us hath prospered; every tongue that hath risen against us in judgment we have condemned. This is our heritage, our righteousness is of the Lord.” Now, saints below, take up the strain, and sing it by holy, joyous, confident anticipation, —
“No weapon hath prosper’d, the foe is o’ercome;
No tongue hath succeeded, the wise ones are dumb;
The Lord is our glory, and each of the host
Shall yet shout ‘Hosannah!’ on Canaan’s fair coast.”
Glory be to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, world without end! Amen.