Miscellaneous

Verse 1

An earthly temple here we raise,
Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise;
Oh! make thy gracious presence known,
While now we lay its corner-stone.

Verse 2

Within the house thy servants rear,
Deign by thy Spirit to appear;
On all its walls salvation write,
From corner-stone to topmost height.

Verse 3

And when this temple, “made with hands,”
Upon its firm foundation stands,
Oh! may we all with loving heart,
In nobler building bear a part,

Verse 4

Where every polished stone shall be
A human soul won back to thee;
All resting upon Christ alone,--
The chief and precious Corner-Stone.

Verse 1

Arise, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest;
Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes,
Thus to be owned and blest.

Verse 2

Enter with all thy glorious train.
Thy Spirit and thy word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

Verse 3

Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house
And fill thy poor with bread.

Verse 4

Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God’s Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain
With love and power divine.

Verse 5

Here let him hold a lasting throne,
And as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown.
And shame confound his foes.

Verse 1

By cool Siloam’s shady rill,
How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!

Verse 2

Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

Verse 3

By cool Siloam’s shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

Verse 4

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man’s maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow’s pow’r.
And stormy passions rage.

Verse 1

Come, let us anew
Our journey pursue--
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the Master appear;
His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfill,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

Verse 2

Our life is a dream,
Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone;
The millenial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity’s near.

Verse 3

Oh, that each, in the day
Of his coming, may say,
“I have fought my way through;
I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;”
Oh, that each from his Lord
May receive the glad word,
“Well and faithfully done;
Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne”

Verse 1

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,
While the foe is spreading woe thro’ the land?
Do you note his rising pow’r,
Growing bolder ev’ry hour?
Will he not our land devour while you stand?

Refrain

Let us arise, all unite!
Let us arise in our might!
Let us arise! speak for God and the right.
Tho’ our numbers may be few,
God will lead us grandly thro’
And our arms with strength endue by his might.

Verse 2

Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?
Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow’r?
Mark you not the mother’s sigh?
Hear you not the children’s cry?
See you not their loved ones die ev’ry hour?

Verse 3

Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?
Satan’s smiling o’er your idle delay.
Thousands perish while you wait,
While you counsel and debate;
Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?

Verse 4

Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,
Crush the evil ’neath the heel of our might!
Counting cost, no longer wait;
Forward, manhood of the state!
For in God your strength is great for the right.

Verse 1

From brightest crystal fountain
That flows in beauty free,
By shady hill and mountain
Fill high the cup for me!
Sing of the sparkling waters,
Sing of the cooling spring--
Let freedom’s sons and daughters
Their joyous tribute bring.

Verse 2

From many a happy dwelling,
Late misery’s dark abode,
The joyous peal is swelling--
The hymn of praise to God,
Glad songs are now ascending
From many a thankful heart,
Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,
And each their aid impart.

Verse 3

We’ll join the tuneful chorus
And raise our song on high!
The cheering view before us
Delights the raptured eye;
The glorious cause is gaining
New strength from day to day,
The drunkard host is waning
Before cold water’s sway.

Verse 1

God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave!
Do thou our country save,
By thy great might.

Verse 2

For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;
On him we wait;
Thou, who art ever nigh,
Guardian with watchful eye!
To thee aloud we cry,--
God save the state!

Verse 1

God of the universe! to thee
This sacred house we rear,
And now, with songs and bended knee,
Invoke thy presence here.

Verse 2

Long may this echoing dome resound
The praises of thy name,
These hallowed walls to all around
The Triune God proclaim.

Verse 3

Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;
Thy glory here make known;
Thy people’s home, oh! come and fill,
And seal it as thine own.

Verse 4

And, when the last long Sabbath morn
Upon the just shall rise,
May all who own thee here be borne
To mansions in the skies.