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Installation Hymn.—Pierpont.
“Let there be light!”—When from on high,
O God, that first commandment came,
Forth leaped the sun; and earth and sky
Lay in his light, and felt his flame.
O God, that first commandment came,
Forth leaped the sun; and earth and sky
Lay in his light, and felt his flame.
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“Let there be light!”—The light of grace
And truth, a darkling world to bless,
Came with thy word, when on our race
Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness.
And truth, a darkling world to bless,
Came with thy word, when on our race
Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness.
Light of our souls! how strong it grows!
That sun, how wide his beams he flings,
As up the glorious sky he goes,
With light and healing in his wings!
That sun, how wide his beams he flings,
As up the glorious sky he goes,
With light and healing in his wings!
Give us that light! O God, 'tis given!
Hope sees it open heaven's wide halls
To those who for the truth have striven;
And Faith walks firmly where it falls.
Hope sees it open heaven's wide halls
To those who for the truth have striven;
And Faith walks firmly where it falls.
Churches no more, in cold eclipse,
Mourn the withholding of its rays;
It gilds their gates, and on the lips
Of every faithful preacher plays.
Mourn the withholding of its rays;
It gilds their gates, and on the lips
Of every faithful preacher plays.
Doth not its circle clasp the brows
Of him who, in the strength of youth,
Gives himself up, in this day's vows,
A minister of grace and truth?
Of him who, in the strength of youth,
Gives himself up, in this day's vows,
A minister of grace and truth?
Long may it, Lord;—nor let his soul
Go through death's gloomy vale alone;
But bear it on to its high goal,
Wrapped in the light that veils thy throne.
Go through death's gloomy vale alone;
But bear it on to its high goal,
Wrapped in the light that veils thy throne.
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