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Dedication Hymn.—Pierpont.
O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue,—
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue,—
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Not now, on Zion's height alone,
The favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well.
The favored 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.
The grateful song, the fervent prayer—
The incense of the heart—may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
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.
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 reverend air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.
And strength and beauty, bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverend air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.
O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
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