1864

"HOW AMIABLE ARE THY TABERNACLES"

by William Cullen Bryant

HOW AMIABLE ARE THY TABERNACLES -

Thou, whose unmeasured temple stands,

Built over earth and sea,

Accept the walls that human hands

Have raised, O God! to thee. -

And let the Comforter and Friend,

Thy Holy Spirit, meet

With those who here in worship bend

Before thy mercy seat. -

May they who err be guided here

To find the better way,

And they who mourn and they who fear

Be strengthened as they pray. -

May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,

And hallowed wishes rise,

While round these peaceful walls the storm

Of earth-born passion dies. - -