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With this free reverence, Lord,
In Chriftly church estate, With earnest, brotherly accord, . These walls we dedicate
To prayer and holy thought;
Affections set above;
To faiths from highest fountains brought,
And works of widest love.
Thy presence, Father, make
The refuge and supply ;
And for thy Truth and Mercy's sake
Build on, and sanctify.
Dr. N. L. Frothingham. 1863.
n NE holy Church of God appears
Through every age and race, Unwasted by the lapse of years,
Unchanged by changing place.
Her priests are all God's faithful sons
To serve the world raised up;
The pure in heart her baptized ones,
Love her communion cup.
he truth is her prophetic gift,
The soul her sacred page ;
And feet on mercy's errands swift
Do make her pilgrimage.
O living Church! thine errand speed ;
Fulfil thy task sublime ;
With bread of life Earth's hunger feed;
Redeem the evil time !
Rev. S. Longfellow. 1863.
L IFE of Ages, richly poured,
L Love of God, unspent and free, Flowing in the Prophet's word
And the People's liberty !
Never was to chosen race
That unstinted tide confined ; Thine is every time and place,
Fountain sweet of heart and mind !
Secret of the morning stars,
Motion of the oldest hours, Pledge through elemental wars
Of the coming spirit's powers !
Consecrating art and song,
Holy book and pilgrim track, Hurling foods of tyrant wrong
From the sacred limits back, —
Life of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free, Flow still in the Prophet's word And the People's liberty !
Rev. S. Johnson. 1863.
Ah! why should bitter tears be shed . .
A little bird I am . . . . . . .
All-seeing God ! 't is Thine to know . .
Almighty Former of this wondrous plan
And is there nothing to be done . .
A poor wayfaring Man of grief. .
Are we not nobles? We who trace . . .
Arise ! this day shall shine . . ..
A safe stronghold our God is still . . .
As body when the soul has fled . .
As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean .
A soldier's course, from battles won . .
As strangers, – glad for this good inn . .
Author of good, to Thee we turn . .
A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill .
Awake, my soul, awake to prayer . .
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes . .
Before Jehovah's awful throne . . .
Begin the day with God . . . .
Behold the western evening light . . .
Be not afaid to pray, -- to pray is right . .
Beyond the hills where suns go down . .
Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies .
Bowed 'neath the load of human ill . .
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm . .
Carry me across ! . . . . . .
Christ, whose glory fills the skies . . .
Cling to the Mighty One. . . .
Come, Holy Spirit! from the height . .
Come Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove . . .
Come, let us pray : 't is sweet to feel . .
Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate . ..
Come ! said Jesus' sacred voice . . .
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather .
Come, ye thankful people, come . . .
Give to the winds thy fears . .
God doth not leave His own .
God moves in a mysterious way . .
God of my childhood and my youth ..
God's ways are not as our ways . ..
Go not far from me, O my Strength . .
Go to dark Gethsemane . . . ..
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime .
Gracious Source of every blessing ! . .
Gracious Spirit, dwell with me . . .