[Hymn, in] Address at the dedication of a monument to Rev. W. B. O. Peabody . delivered at Springfield, September 29, 1861 |
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HYMN.
WRITTEN FOR THE OCCASION BY J. G. HOLLAND.
Thou saintly shade, with brow serene!
Come to thy friends as Jesus came,
And breathe upon us, though unseen,
The peace of God in His dear name.
Come to thy friends as Jesus came,
And breathe upon us, though unseen,
The peace of God in His dear name.
This garden, planted by thy care,
Bears precious fruits and flowers divine;
But not a memory more fair,
And not a name more pure than thine.
Bears precious fruits and flowers divine;
But not a memory more fair,
And not a name more pure than thine.
The shaft we plant above the tomb
That holds for us thy precious dust,
Takes life from love, and bursts in bloom
With the sweet records of the just.
That holds for us thy precious dust,
Takes life from love, and bursts in bloom
With the sweet records of the just.
These aisles of turf, these roofs of trees,
This spire and shrine our church shall be;
These brooks shall burden every breeze
With bells that call us all to thee.
This spire and shrine our church shall be;
These brooks shall burden every breeze
With bells that call us all to thee.
Here, then, O God! to Thee we bend
To beg thy blessing, and adore!
Fit us to sleep beside our friend,
And wake with him forevermore.
To beg thy blessing, and adore!
Fit us to sleep beside our friend,
And wake with him forevermore.
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