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NOT YET COMPLETE,—THE HALL WE REAR.
AN UNFINISHED MAIN BUILDING.
Not yet complete,—the hall we rear,
O Learning, to thy shrine;
Not yet complete,—our character,
To match the mould divine.
O Learning, to thy shrine;
Not yet complete,—our character,
To match the mould divine.
But wall, and architrave, and dome,—
As stone on stone we raise,—
A finished temple shall become,
Built for Jehovah's praise.
As stone on stone we raise,—
A finished temple shall become,
Built for Jehovah's praise.
And year by year shall many a soul,
Like marble from the mine,
Polished, and set,—a perfect whole,—
In holy beauty shine.
Like marble from the mine,
Polished, and set,—a perfect whole,—
In holy beauty shine.
As arch, and pinnacle, and spire
Point upward to the skies,
O living souls, grandly aspire
To shine in Paradise!
Point upward to the skies,
O living souls, grandly aspire
To shine in Paradise!
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