An Invitation to Investigate

Behold how Nature puts to shame Your unbelief, and fills Her vales with voices that proclaim, " 'Tis Zion in the hills."

Here carved Creation in the past. To show truth-seeking eyes Where, in the mountain tops, at last, •

God's temples should arise; And now, 'neath rugged range and peak, The Sons of Zion build. And desert places, blooming, speak Of prophecy fulfilled.

We know that Jesus shall appear Above our Jordan's tide, And our Gennesaret shall hear. His "Peace, be still," world-wide. While lovelier far than lake and sky, 'Neath morning's dawning ray, The Lord of life shall vivify His "Sons of God" for aye.

0, blessed symbols, read aright. Of truth once seven-fold sealed, But in this latter-day of light. Through chosen seers revealed; We read your sacred runes, and know, Our portion and reward, No powers of darkness can o'erthrow, For Zion waits her Lord. —Henry E. Horne. Old Castle, Leadville, New South Wales, Australia,