Lift the strain of high thanksgiving!
Tread with songs the hallowed way!
Praise our father's God, for mercies
New to us their sons to-day;
Here they built for Him a dwelling,
Served Him here in ages past,
Fixed it for His sure possession,
Holy ground, while time shall last.
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