LOCH LAGGAN: 1884.

Earth's noise God's music supersedes, Sin's discord it excludes, It tells us of a Lamb that bleeds, And of a Dove that broods.

It tells us of a Child Who brings The help that sets us free; The song His Maiden-Mother sings Of saved Humanity.

The Mother's and the Sister's part She plays; she leads the choir Of those whose purity of heart Is passionate desire.

Above the blood-encrimsoned sea, Dispelling doubt and fear With her celestial minstrelsy, Our Miriam doth cheer

The men whose homeward-going hearts Are loyal to their King; When all from her have learnt their parts, Then shall creation sing!

The sweetest of the Gospel songs, To all the Saints so dear, To every eventide belongs Throughout the changeful year.

It sanctifies the vesper hour When summer smiles serene; It is a joy-constraining power When winter blasts are keen.

'My soul doth magnify the Lord'— Ecstatic is the voice That sings of Paradise restored— 'My spirit doth rejoice!'