<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amidst these glorious works of Thine,<br>The solemn minarets of the pine,<br>And awful Shasta's icy shrine,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where swell Thy hymns from wave and gale,<br>And organ-thunders never fail,<br>Behind the cataract's silver veil,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our puny walls to Thee we raise,<br>Our poor reed-music sounds Thy praise:<br>Forgive, O Lord, our childish ways!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, kneeling on these altar-stairs,<br>We urge Thee not with selfish prayers,<br>Nor murmur at our daily cares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before Thee, in an evil day,<br>Our country's bleeding heart we lay,<br>And dare not ask Thy hand to stay;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, through the war-cloud, pray to Thee<br>For union, but a union free,<br>With peace that comes of purity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Thou wilt bare Thy arm to, save<br>And, smiting through this Red Sea wave,<br>Make broad a pathway for the slave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us, confessing all our need,<br>We trust nor rite nor word nor deed,<br>Nor yet the broken staff of creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Assured alone that Thou art good<br>To each, as to the multitude,<br>Eternal Love and Fatherhood,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weak, sinful, blind, to Thee we kneel,<br>Stretch dumbly forth our hands, and feel<br>Our weakness is our strong appeal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, by these Western gates of Even<br>We wait to see with Thy forgiven<br>The opening Golden Gate of Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suffice it now. In time to be<br>Shall holier altars rise to Thee,--<br>Thy Church our broad humanity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White flowers of love its walls shall climb,<br>Soft bells of peace shall ring its chime,<br>Its days shall all be holy time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sweeter song shall then be heard,--<br>The music of the world's accord<br>Confessing Christ, the Inward Word!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That song shall swell from shore to shore,<br>One hope, one faith, one love, restore<br>The seamless robe that Jesus wore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420519" data-title="Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Amidst these glorious works of Thine, The solemn minarets of the pine, And awful Shasta's icy shrine,-- Where swell Thy hymns from wave and gale, And organ-thunders never fail, Behind the cataract's silver veil, Our puny walls to Thee we raise, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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