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THE VOICE OF OUR CHURCHES.
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SUGGESTED BY THE ARCHBISHOP OF YORK'S SERMON AT THE RE-OPENING OF THE SOUTH TRANSEPT OF YORK MINSTER.
For shadows gather round earth's evening hour.”
Such voice, methinks, goes up from Minster tower,
From village steeple and from city spire,
Loud-clashing belfry and harmonious choir.
To Heaven they speak with an appealing power,
Our myriad churches, shining with the dower
Of Art's adornments, and Devotion's fire.
“Abide with us!” unceasingly they cry,
“As through the ages past. The world grows old:
The love of many waxes faint and cold:
But still we lift our faithful hands on high,
And feeling after Thee up the dim sky,
Upon Thy cloudy skirts would fain lay hold!”
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