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In his temple we speak of his glory.
Psalm 29:9.
O thou whose own vast temple stands
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Serenely by thy side.
3 May erring minds, that worship here,
Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.
4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.
W. C. Bryant.