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L. A. LOGAN.

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2 His body broken in our stead
Is here, in this memorial bread;
And so our feeble love is fed,
Until he come.

3 His fearful drops of agony,

His life-blood shed for us we see;
The wine shall tell the mystery,
Until he come.

4 And thus that dark betrayal night, With the last advent we unite-

The shame, the glory, by this rite,
Until he come.

5 Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And with the great commanding word,
The Lord shall come.

6 O blessed hope! with this elate,
Let not our hearts be desolate,
But, strong in faith, in patience wait,
Until he come !

George Rawson.

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GEORGE KINGSLEY.

fer thee;

we lay.

228, 47, 23,

2 Thy will was in the builders' thought;
Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;
Through mortal motive, scheme, and plan,
Thy wise, eternal purpose ran.

3 No lack thy perfect fullness knew;
For human needs and longings grew
This house of prayer-this home of rest:
Here may thy saints be often blessed.

4 In weakness and in want we call

On thee, for whom the heavens are small
Thy glory is thy children's good,
Thy joy thy tender fatherhood.

5 O Father! deign these walls to bless,
Make this the abode of righteousness,
And let these doors a gateway be
To lead us from ourselves to thee.

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1 AND wilt thou, O eternal God,
On earth establish thine abode?
Then look propitious from thy throne,
And take this temple for thine own.
2 These walls we to thy honor raise;
Long may they echo with thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
3 Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of his train;
While power divine his word attends,
To conquer foes, and cheer his friends.
4 And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear
That souls were born to glory here.
Philip Doddridge.

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GEORGE F. HANDEL.

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, 't is not ours to make the sea
And earth and sky a house for thee;
But in thy sight our offering stands,——
An humbler temple, " made with hands."
Benjamin Beddome.

And guard it long from error free. When here, O Lord, we seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place; And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive. 3 When here thy messengers proclaim The blessed gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done.

Anon.

1 To thee this temple we devote, Our Father and our God; Accept it thine, and seal it now Thy Spirit's blest abode.

Anon,

2 Here may the prayer of faith ascend,
The voice of praise arise;
And may each lowly service prove
Accepted sacrifice.

3 Here may the sinner learn his guilt,
And weep before his Lord;
Here, pardoned, sing a Saviour's love,
And here his vows record

4 Peace be within these sacred walls; Prosperity be here;

O smile upon thy people, Lord,
And evermore be near.

J. R. Scott.

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399, 201, 144.

1 BUILDER of mighty worlds on worlds, How poor the house must be, That with our human, sinful hands

We may erect to thee!

2 O Christ, thou art our Corner-stone; On thee our hearts are built;

Thou art our Lord, our Light, our Life,
Our Sacrifice for guilt.

3 In thy blest name we gather here,
And set apart the ground;
The walls that on this rock shall rise,
Thy praises shall resound.

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724, 755, 794.

Anon.

1 0 THOU, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.

2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth without end
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.

William Cullen Bryant