Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love.
Thine earthly temples, are!
To thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.
The House of God. W. COWPER.
"What is a church?" Let Truth and Reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race,
Of all professions, and in every place."
The Borough, Letter II. G. CRABBE.
Spires whose "silent fingers point to heaven."
The Excursion, Bk. VI, W. Wordsworth.
I love thy church, O God:
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
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For her my tears shall fall,
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
Love to the Church. T. Dwight.
As some to Church repair,
Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
Essay on Criticism. A. Pope.
Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
Moral Essays, Epistle III. A. Pope.
CITY.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
The Garden, Essay V. A. Cowley.