EN 2281 O Lord of Hosts, Whose Glory Fills
Isa.28.16
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O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands;
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Grant that all we, who here today
Rejoicing this foundation lay,
May be in very deed Thine own.
Built on the precious Cornerstone.
3
Endue the creatures with Thy grace,
That shall adorn Thy dwelling place;
The beauty of the oak and pine,
The gold and silver, make them Thine.
4
To Thee they all belong; to Thee
The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to Thy throne,
We but present Thee with Thine own.
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Endue the hearts that guide with skill,
Preserve the hands that work from ill,
That we, who these foundations lay,
May raise the topstone in its day.
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Both now and ever, Lord, protect
The temple of Thine own elect;
Be Thou in them, and they in Thee,
O ever blessed Trinity!

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