GOD of wisdom, God of might, Father! dearest name of all, Bow thy throne and bless our rite; 'T is thy children on Thee call. Glorious ONE! look down from heaven, Warm each heart and wake each vow; Unto Thee this house is given; With thy presence fill it now. Fill it now! on every soul Shed the incense of thy grace, While our anthem-echoes roll Round the consecrated place; While thy holy page we read, While the prayers Thou lov'st ascend, While thy cause thy servants plead, — Fill this house, our God, our friend. Fill it now — O, fill it long! So, when death shall call us home, Still to Thee, in many a throng, May our children's children come. Bless them, Father, long and late, Blot their sins, their sorrows dry; Make this place to them the gate Leading to thy courts on high. There, when time shall be no more, When the feuds of earth are past, May the tribes of every shore Congregate in peace at last! Then to Thee, thou ONE all-wise, Shall the gathered millions sing, Till the arches of the skies With their hallelujahs ring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |