O thou, whose own vast temple stands
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O thou, whose own vast temple stands,Built over earth and sea,Accept the walls that human handsHave raised to worship thee.
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Lord, from thine inmost glory send,Within these courts to bide,The peace that dwelleth without endSerenely by thy side!
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May erring minds that worship hereBe taught the better way;And they who mourn and they who fear,Be strengthened as they pray.
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May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,And pure devotion rise,While round these hallowed walls the stormOf earth-born passion dies.