The Temple of the People has a small hymn book containing some 13 songs--presented here as MIDI files, playable on any computer suitably equipped. Here they are:
All we are or hope to be
Here and how we offer thee;
Take and use it for thy Child,
Sinless, pure and undefiled.
Pour thy Spirit on us now
As with lowly hearts we bow
At thy footstool seeking Love,
Truth and Knowledge from Above.
Cleanse from our hearts all signs of sorrow;
Lift up our souls to see Thy face.
Radiant with love the glorious morrow,
Shedding on us the Light of Thy Grace.
Narrow the Path our feet are treading;
Lone is the way to heights above.
Sure in the knowledge Thou art leading,
Help us to follow in Thy Love.
Rallying Cry of the Red Ray (page 6)
Humbly and gratefully we raise
Songs triumphant in Thy praise.
Glory and honor be to Thee,
Christ of God, eternally.
Nowhere on the earth was aught but sorrow.
No hope in looking forward to the morrow,
When lo! I heard a voice, a heavenly echo,
"Peace, my child, be still."
(lyrics to chorus presented in next section)
God is in His Holy Temple (page 9--portion of His Holy Temple, often sung alone)
Warriors of Light (pages 10-12)--Convention exhortation
Gitche Manito, the Mighty (pages 13-16)--Convention music
Spake to them with voice majestic
As the sound of far-off waters,
Falling into deep abysses;
"O my children! my poor children!
Listen to the words of wisdom,
Listen to the words of warning,
"From the lips of the Great Spirit,
From the Master of Life who made you!
`I am weary of your quarrels,
Of your wrangling and dissensions.
All your strength is in your union,
All your danger is in discord.
I will send a Prophet to you,
A Deliverer of the nations,
Who shall guide you and shall teach you,
Who shall toil and suffer with you.'
If you listen to His counsels,
You will multiply and prosper;
If His warnings pass unheeded,
You will fade away and perish!
Bathe now in the stream before you,
Wash the war-paint from your faces,
Smoke the calumet together,
And as brothers live, henceforward."
Before Thy Altar, Lord, we plead
For grace to see and serve each need.
Grant us the will some soul to feed
With heavenly manna, bread--indeed.
Here in Thy Temple, Lord, today,
Teach us the Law, the Christos Way.
Grant us the Grace to love, obey
And to walk wisely, Lord--today.
Creeds Disappear, Hearts Remain (pages 18-19)
Only one God, most high, supreme, Allah, Jehovah hears;
Ahura Mazda comforteth, his children dry their tears.
Brahma the Mighty listens near, never a cry is vain.
In that one Love that comforts all, Creeds Disappear, Hearts Remain.
Only one God, most high, supreme, Father God knows his own;
Hears every voice that worships Him, even to carven stone! --
Pours out his Love to every form and hallows every fane.
In Him, the mighty All in All, Creeds Disappear, Hearts Remain.
(A fane is a temple or church--an archaic term.)
Seek every spot where the shadows do fall,
Sweet Temple star of my hope.
Bring all the courage I need at my call,
With every danger to cope.
And when my sisters have taught me to know
Love, we can dwell but in Thee.
Brightest of stars, bid me each day to shine
In thine own great galaxy.
Build the mind with loving care,
Spreading kindness everywhere;
Build the body clean and sweet,
Fit for Holy Love to greet.
Building forces everywhere,
Birds and flowers and earth and air;
Build the world with all our might,
Build with God, Divinest right.
Father-Mother-Sister-Brother (page 22)