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Dedication Hymn.—Pierpont.
With trump, and pipe, and viol chords,
And song, the full assembly brings
Its tribute to the Lord of lords,
Its homage to the King of kings.
And song, the full assembly brings
Its tribute to the Lord of lords,
Its homage to the King of kings.
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To God, who, from the rocky prison
Where death had bound him, brought his Son,
To God these walls from earth have risen;—
To God, “the high and lofty One.”
Where death had bound him, brought his Son,
To God these walls from earth have risen;—
To God, “the high and lofty One.”
Creator, at whose steadfast word
Alike the seas and seasons roll,
Here may thy truth in Christ our Lord
Shine forth, and sanctify the soul.
Alike the seas and seasons roll,
Here may thy truth in Christ our Lord
Shine forth, and sanctify the soul.
Here, where we hymn thy praises now,
Father and Judge, may many a knee
And many a spirit humbly bow
In worship and in prayer to Thee.
Father and Judge, may many a knee
And many a spirit humbly bow
In worship and in prayer to Thee.
And when our lips no more shall move,
Our hearts no longer beat or burn,
Then, may the children that we love
Take up the strain, and, in their turn,
Our hearts no longer beat or burn,
Then, may the children that we love
Take up the strain, and, in their turn,
With trump, and pipe, and viol strings
Here pay, with music's sweet accords,
Their tribute to the King of kings,
Their homage to the Lord of lords.
Here pay, with music's sweet accords,
Their tribute to the King of kings,
Their homage to the Lord of lords.
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