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O bow thine ear, Eternal One!
On thee our hearts adoring calls;
To thee the followers of thy Son
Have raised, and now devote these walls.
Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
Here may thine honour dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children�s prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
Here be thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy spirit hung
On wings of light o�er Jordan�s wave.
And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion�s flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 531 |
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