Ascribe to the Lord, O sons of the mighty,
Ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.
Ascribe to the Lord the glory due to His name;
Worship the lord in holy array.
“To those devout souls that abide in the secret chambers with God, the closet itself expands into a grand cathedral. Every power and faculty of body, mind, soul and spirit shout ‘Glory!’. Memory brings her grateful stores to lay them at God’s feet; Imagination, the poet and painter, weaves choicest tributes and paints glorious pictures, as aids to Faith; Reason, the logician, constructs its most eloquent of arguments to set forth god’s claim on universal homage and love; Understanding, overawed before the Infinite mind, can only mutely confess its own insignificance; Conscience, the Judge, pronounces Him perfect in all moral beauty; the Will, the Sovereign of man, lays down its imperial wceptre at His feet who is alone worthy to rule; and Affection, despairing of ever responding fully to such perfect love, breaks her alabaster flask and fills the whole house with the odor of her anointing. The soul that knows the closet’s revealings can only say, ‘Who is like, O Lord, unto Thee!’” – Arthur Pierson