MARLOW C.M. |
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SPECIAL OCCASIONS |
God of the universe, to Thee
These sacred walls we rear; And now, with songs and bended knee, Invoke Thy presence here.
Here let Thy love, Thy presence, dwell;
Thy glory here make known; Thy people's home, 0 come and fill, And seal it as Thine own.
When sad with care, by sin oppressed,
Here may the burdened soul Beneath Thy sheltering wing find rest; Here make the wounded whole.
And when the last long Sabbath morn
Upon the just shall rise, May all who own Thee here, be borne To mansions in the skies.
God of the universe, to Thee |
Anonymous | John Chetham's "Book of Psalmody," 1718 |