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Cathedral Service
Here let me worship God where pillars riseIn towering loftiness, and arching meet,
Centring on God above our wandering eyes;
Where Art and Nature blend in union sweet,
And leaves and flowers in many a quaint conceit
Garland the roof with sylvan traceries;
Hither would I resort with willing feet,
To render God a worthy sacrifice:—
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To shadow forth with pencil-beams of light,
And colours deep and rich the Gospel-story;
Where music thrills us with a strange delight,
Lifting with harmony our souls to Heaven,
And waking echoes from the hills of glory!
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