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2 To this temple, where we call thee,
Come, O Lord of hosts, to-day : With thy wonted loving-kindness,
Hear thy servants as they pray; And thy fullest benediction
Shed within its walls alway. 3 Here vouchsafe to all thy servants
What they ask of thee to gain, What they gain from thee forever
With the blessed to retain, And hereafter in thy glory
Evermore with thee to reign.
From the Latin. Tr. by J. M. Neale.
Let thy church rise, strong and fair;
Here a house of prayer and praise:
James Montgomery. 859
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
5 The heads that guide endue with skill;
J. Maeon Neale.
Jehovah's presence can confine;
Whose glories through creation shine.
And traced redemption's wondrous plan;
It glowed to guide benighted man.
Where two or three are met to raise
Or tune their hearts to grateful praise.
The house of God, the gate of heaven;
To all who here shall meet be given.
To those bright courts where seraphs bend;
Till with their anthems ours shall blend.
To thee this temple, Lord, we build;
Ånd be it with thy presence filled. .
And dying sinners pray to live,
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive!
3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed gospel of thy Son,
Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 But will indeed Jehovah deign
Here to abide, no transient guest ? Here will the world's Redeemer reign?
And here the Holy Spirit rest? 5 Thy glory never hence depart;
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart, in
every bosom fix thy throne.
L. M. INTER thy temple, glorious King!
And write thy name upon its shrine, Thy peace to shed, thy joy to bring,
And seal its courts forever thine. 2 Abide with us, O Lord, we pray,
Our strength, our comfort, and our light; Sun of our joy's unclouded day!
Star of our sorrow's troubled night! 3 If from thy paths our souls should stray,
Yet turn to seek thy pardoning grace, Cast not our contrite prayer away,
But hear from heaven, thy dwelling-place. 4 Grant us to walk in peace and love,
And find, at last, some humble place In that great temple built above,
Where dwell thy saints before thy face.
Mrs. Emily H. Miller,
Was the first temple, built by God;
Nathaniel P. Willis.
2 He hung its starry roof on high, The broad expanse of azure sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained'it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the sky; and all was good; And when its first pure praises rang, “The morning stars together sang. 4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth, and sky, a house for thee; But in thy sight our offering stands,
A humbler temple, “made with hands."
Those rapturous views of highest heaven,
And with thy favor crown
This people as thine own: