Let

no deadly dark-ness stain it, And no clouds be o'er it hung A-MEN.

2 May the song this people raises
And its vows to thee addrest,
Mingle with the prayers and praises
That thou hearest from the blest.
When the lips are cold that sing thee,

And the hearts that love thee dust,
Father, then our souls shall bring thee
Holier love and firmer trust.

Rev. John Pierpont

Thy wealth grows with the flight of time; The years renew thy youth. AMEN.

168 WAREHAM L. M.

William Knapp

1. O Thou,whose presence moved be-fore The darkly wandering tribes of yore,

9:23

Whose stead-fast pur-pose,like a star, Looked down on na-tions from a - far;

A-MEN.

2 Thou God, whose living voice was heard
In psalmist's song and prophet's word,
Whose holy will turned kings to dust,
And glorified the martyrs' trust;

3 Eternal God, who blessed our sires,
When here they lit their altar fires,
And raised with them this sacred dome,
Where now thou makest still thy home;

4 To us, dear Lord, this latter day,
Send out thy light upon our way;
Lift high thy spirit's pillared flame
Above our wilderness of shame.

5 This temple make an ark of grace,
Where we may meet thee face to face;
This shrine an altar fair and tall,
Whence sounds the thunder of thy call.

6 And lo, thy people, now as then,
Will seek thy Promised Land again,
And stay not, till in fields untrod,
Is built the Kingdom of our God.

Rev. John Haynes Holmes