Hymnal ‎#276

276. O Lord of Hosts, Whose glory fills

1 O Lord of Hosts, Whose glory fills
The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made of hands;

2 Grant that all we who here to-day
Rejoicing this foundation lay,
May be in very deed Thine own,
Built on the precious Corner-stone.

3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace,
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place;
The beauty of the oak and pine,
The gold and silver, make them Thine.

4 To Thee they all pertain; to Thee
The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to Thy throne,
We but present Thee with Thine own.

5 The heads that guide endue with skill;
The hands that work preserve from ill;
That we, who these foundations lay,
May raise the topstone in its day.

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Text Information

• First Line: O Lord of Hosts, Whose glory fills
• Meter: L. M>
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Topic: Offices of the Church: Laying of a Conrer-Stone

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