DEDICATIONS; ORDINATIONS; INSTALLATIONS.
On Laying the Corner-stone of a Church. 1 THIS stone to thee in faith we lay,
We build the temple, Lord, to thee;
Thine eye be open night and day,
To guard this house from error free.
2 Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear thou, in heaven thy dwelling-place,
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive..
3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blesséd gospel of thy Son,
Still by the power of his great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
4 When children's voices raise the song,
Hosanna! to their Heavenly King,
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong;
Hosanna! let the angels sing.
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.
1 THE perfect world by Adam trod,
Was the first temple,-built by God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars, one by one.
2 He hung its starry roof on high,-
The broad, illimitable sky;
He spread its pavement, green and bright,
And curtained it with morning light.
2 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,
A humbler temple, " made with hands."
1 0, BOW thine ear, Eternal One!
On thee our heart adoring calls;
To thee the followers of thy Son
Have raised and now devote these walls.
2 Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung ;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy spirit hung,
On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave.
5 And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion's flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn!
1 FATHER, lo! we consecrate
Unto thee this house and shrine,
Oh! may Jesus visit here,
As he did in Palestine.
Here may blind eyes see his light,
Deaf ears hear his accents sweet,
And we, like those groups of old,
Sit and linger at his feet.
2 And to learn of faith and love,
Strong in sorrow, pain and loss,
May we come and find them here,
In the garden, on the cross.
Like the spices that enfold
Him we love in rich perfume,
May our thoughts embalm him here,
While he slumbers in the tomb.
3 When we watch by shrouded hopes,
Weeping at death's marble door,
May the angels meet us here-
Lo! your Christ has gone before!
And while we stand "looking up,"
In our faith and wonder lost,
Here send down thy Spirit's power,
Like the tongues of Pentecost.
God's Temple in the Heart.
1 WHO shall a temple build for hım,
Who fills the heaven of heavens alone?
Who shall exalt his glorious name,
Fixed in his everlasting throne?
2 Yet many a lowly fane shall rise,
Which God himself will not disdain:
He will accept the sacrifice;
Nor shall the offering e'er be vain.
3 No gorgeous dome, nor boastful vow,
Can e'er find favor in his sight:
The humble votary, meek and low,-
The holy soul, are his delight.
4 On these his grace and mercy rest,
Nor from their shrines will he depart:
His temple is the righteous breast;
His altar is the pious heart.
1 THOU Fount of love and grace,
Whose throne is fixed on high,
Unveil thy smiling face,
And to our souls draw nigh;
And let our prayers and praise arise,
Like grateful incense to the skies.
2 This house to thee we give—
Thine may it ever be
Here bid the sinner live,
Here set the captive free,
Here let thy word its beams display
And safely guide to endless day.
3 Here may the stricken heart
By truth be cheered and blessed,
And here thy grace impart,
To all by grief oppressed
And streams of peace and plenty flow,
To all who seek thy joy to know.
4 Long may these walls resound
With thy salvation, Lord,
And grace to all abound,
Who hear thy holy word-
And youth and age their offerings raise
In songs of ardent, cheerful praise.
Dedication of a Country Church."
1 ON this fair spot where nature pays
From hill, and vale, and flower, and tree,
In morning beams, in evening rays,
Its homage, God of all, to thee;-
2 Thy children meet to dedicate
This temple to thy gracious name;
Our hearts and songs to elevate,
Thy grace and glory to proclaim.
3 Descend-and with thy spirit bless
The offering; may it ever be
Sacred to truth and righteousness,
From error's dread dominion free.
4 Here let the standard of thy word
Be raised and held by gospel hands;
Hither bring hearts with one accord,
To learn and do thy great commands.
5 And when we leave these courts below,
To join the hosts in praise above,
May others here rejoice to know
Thy boundless, everlasting love.
1 0 THOU, whose own vast temple, stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
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