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C. M. O THOU, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Have raised to worship Thee.
2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send,
Within these walls t'abide,
Serenely by Thy side.
3 May erring minds, that worship here,
Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise, While, round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies.
W. C. Bryant.
L. M. JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallow'd ground:
2 For Thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind ;
3 Yet everywhere Thou guid'st Thine own
To raise for Thee an earthly throne ;
4 Dear shepherd of Thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew ;
The sweetness of Thy saving name. 5 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care,
And bring all heaven before eyes. 6 Behold, at Thy commanding word,
We stretch the curtain and the cord ;
W. Cowper, Ab.
L. M. COME, Jesus, from the sapphire throne,
Where Thy redeem'd behold Thy face, Enter this temple, now Thine own,
And let Thy glory fill the place. 2 We praise Thee that to-day we see
Its sacred wall before Thee stand ; 'T is Thine for us, 't is ours for Thee,
Reared by Thy kind assisting hand. 3 Oft as returns the day of rest,
Let heartfelt worship here ascend ; With Thine own joy fill every breast,
With Thine own power Thy word attend. 4 Here, in the dark and sorrowing day,
Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still ; Oh, wipe the mourner's tears away, And give new strength to meet Thy
5 When round this board Thine own shall
meet, And keep the feast of dying love, Be our communion ever sweet,
With Thee, and with Thy Church above. 6 Come, faithful Shepherd, feed Thy sheep;
In Thine own arms the lambs enfold ; Give help to climb the heavenward steep, Till Thy full glory we behold.
R. Palmer. Ab. 729
6,6,6,6,8,8. CHRIST is our corner-stone,
On Him alone we build :
The courts of heav'n are filled ;
These hallowed courts shall ring ;
The Three in One to sing ;
For evermore draw nigh ;
And mark each suppliant sigh ;
The grace which we implore,
Be with us evermore,
Anon. (Latin, 6th or 7th Cent.) Tr. J. Chandler.
6,6,6,6,8,8. In loud exalted strains,
The King of glory praise :
Thro' everlasting days ;
Is His delight, His chosen rest. 2 O King of glory, come
And with Thy favor crown
This people as Thy own ;
How God can dwell with men below. 3 Now let Thine ear attend
Our supplicating cries ;
Accepted, to the skies ;
Spread its celestial influence round. 4 Here may the listening throng
Imbibe Thy truth and love ;
Of seraphim above ;
8s, 7s. 61. CHRIST is made the sure foundation,
Christ the head and corner-stone,
Binding all the church in one ;
And her confidence alone.
2 All that dedicated city,
Dearly loved of God on high,
Pours perpetual melody;
In glad hymns eternally.
Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day:
Hear Thy people as they pray ;
Shed within its walls alway.
What they ask of Thee to gain,
With the blessed to retain,
Anon. (Latin, 6th or 7th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale. (This hymn is Part II. of “Blessed City, heavenly Salem," No. 779.) 732
L. M. ETERNAL Source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole ; The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring, at Thy command,
Perfumes the air and paints the land ;
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores ;