Having one.

_Laus Deo_,--on this rock
(Heaven chiselled squarely good)
Stands His church,--
God is Love, and understood
By His flock.

_Laus Deo_, night starlit
Slumbers not in God's embrace;
Then, O man!
Like this stone, be in thy place;
Stand, not sit.

Cold, silent, stately stone,
Dirge and song and shoutings low,
In thy heart
Dwell serene,--and sorrow? No,
It has none,
_Laus Deo!_

"FEED MY SHEEP"

Shepherd, show me how to go
O'er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow,--
How to feed Thy sheep;
I will listen for Thy voice,
Lest my footsteps stray;
I will follow and rejoice