<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn For The Two Hundredth Anniversary Of King’s Chapel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SUNG BY THE CONGREGATION TO THE TUNE OF<br>TALLIS'S EVENING HYMN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'ERSHADOWED by the walls that climb,<br>Piled up in air by living hands,<br>A rock amid the waves of time,<br>Our gray old house of worship stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High o'er the pillared aisles we love<br>The symbols of the past look down;<br>Unharmed, unharming, throned above,<br>Behold the mitre and the crown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not our younger faith forget<br>The loyal souls that held them dear;<br>The prayers we read their tears have wet,<br>The hymns we sing they loved to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The memory of their earthly throne<br>Still to our holy temple clings,<br>But here the kneeling suppliants own<br>One only Lord, the King of kings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! while our hymn of grateful praise<br>The solemn echoing vaults prolong,<br>The far-off voice of earlier days<br>Blends with our own in hallowed song:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Him who ever lives and reigns,<br>Whom all the hosts of heaven adore,<br>Who lent the life His breath sustains,<br>Be glory now and evermore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</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=472448" data-title="Hymn For The Two Hundredth Anniversary Of King’s Chapel de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="SUNG BY THE CONGREGATION TO THE TUNE OF TALLIS'S EVENING HYMN O'ERSHADOWED by the walls that climb, Piled up in air by living hands, A rock amid the waves of time, Our gray old house of worship stands. High o'er the pillared aisles we love The s..."></div> </div> </div>

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