Its effence, not its writ,

Our sovereign rule we call;
Not faftening down all truth to it,
But widening it to all.

With this free reverence, Lord,
In Chriftly church eftate,
With earnest, brotherly accord,
These walls we dedicate

To prayer and holy thought;
Affections set above;

To faiths from highest fountains brought,
And works of wideft love.

Thy presence, Father, make

The refuge and supply;

And for thy Truth and Mercy's sake

Build on, and sanctify.

Dr. N. L. Frothingham. 1863.

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THE CHURCH UNIVERSAL.

NE holy Church of God appears Through every age and race, Unwafted by the lapse of years, Unchanged by changing place.

From oldest time, on fartheft shores,
Beneath the pine or palm,

One Unseen Presence the adores,
With filence or with psalm.

Her priests are all God's faithful sons
To serve the world raised up;
The pure in heart her baptized ones,
Love her communion cup.

he truth is her prophetic gift,
The soul her sacred page;
And feet on mercy's errands swift
Do make her pilgrimage.

O living Church! thine errand speed;
Fulfil thy tafk sublime;

With bread of life Earth's hunger feed;

Redeem the evil time!

Rev. S. Longfellow. 1863.

LIFE OF AGES.

IFE of Ages, richly poured,

L' Love of God, unspent and free,

Flowing in the Prophet's word

And the People's liberty!

Never was to chosen race

That unftinted tide confined;

Thine is every time and place,

Fountain sweet of heart and mind!

Secret of the morning ftars,
Motion of the oldeft hours,
Pledge through elemental wars
Of the coming spirit's powers!

Breathing in the thinker's creed,
Pulfing in the hero's blood,
Nerving fimpleft thought and deed,
Freshening time with truth and good,

Consecrating art and song,

Holy book and pilgrim track, Hurling floods of tyrant wrong From the sacred limits back, –

Life of Ages, richly poured,

Love of God, unspent and free, Flow ftill in the Prophet's word And the People's liberty!

Rev. S. Johnson. 1863.

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As ftrangers, glad for this good inn
Author of good, to Thee we turn

A voice from the desert comes awful and fhrill

Awake, my soul, awake to prayer
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes

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Come, ye thankful people, come .

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