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HYMN FOR THE OPENING OF A CHURCH.

O THOU, to whom, in ancient time,

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue

Not now, on Zion's height alone,

Thy favoured worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat, weary, by the Patriarch's well.

From every place below the skies,

The grateful song, the fervent prayer ,­The incense of the heart- may rise

To heaven, and find acceptance there.

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In this Thy house, whose doors we now For social worship first unfold,

To Thee the suppliant throng shall bow, While circling years on years are rolled.

To Thee shall Age, with snowy hair,

And Strength and Beauty, bend the knee, And Childhood lisp, with reverent air Its praises and its prayers to Thee.