<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anniversary hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[sung to tune: &quot;All Saints New&quot;] </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wall <br>A holy dwelling-place for Him, that filleth all in all. <br>They wrought His house of faith and prayer, the rainbow round the Throne, <br>A precious temple builded fair on Christ the Cornerstone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Angel of the Golden Reed hath found the measure strait' <br>He hears the Great Foundation plead for ampler wall and gate. <br>The living pillars of the Truth grown on from morn to morn, <br>And still the heresy of youth is age's creed outworn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But steadfast is their inner shrine wrought of the heart's fine gold, <br>Its hunger and its thirst divine, with jewels manifold, <br>Red sard of pain, hope's emerald gleam, white peace, no glory missed <br>Of righteous life and saintly dream, Jasper to amethyst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of Truth, forbid that we who now God's temple are <br>And keep the faith with minds more free, our father's fabric mar. <br>Better than thoughts the stars that search is self still sacrificed, <br>For only Love can build the church whose corner-stone is Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</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=428510" data-title="Anniversary hymn de Katharine Lee Bates" data-description="[sung to tune: &quot;All Saints New&quot;] Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wall A holy dwelling-place for Him, that filleth all in all. They wrought His house of faith and prayer, the rainbow round the Throne, A ..."></div> </div> </div>

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