 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
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DEDICATION HYMN.
This hour, with joy and hope so bright,
A fane where human thought is free,
O Lord of liberty and light,
We come to consecrate to Thee.
A fane where human thought is free,
O Lord of liberty and light,
We come to consecrate to Thee.
Accept the labor of our hands,
Thou loving Father of our race,
And long as this fair temple stands,
O make it still Thy dwelling place.
Thou loving Father of our race,
And long as this fair temple stands,
O make it still Thy dwelling place.
Here may all doubting souls find rest,
The erring learn to love thy ways,
And children such as Jesus blest,
Crowd these wide courts with grateful praise.
The erring learn to love thy ways,
And children such as Jesus blest,
Crowd these wide courts with grateful praise.
And as the years of time pass on,
And generations rise and fall,
The pure sweet life of Mary's Son,
Find answer in the lives of all.
And generations rise and fall,
The pure sweet life of Mary's Son,
Find answer in the lives of all.
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