Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Original Hymns. III. Laying the First Stone of a ChurchJohn Mason Neale (18181866)
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The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands:
Rejoicing, this foundation lay,
May be in very deed Thine Own,
Built on the precious Corner-stone.
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place:
The beauty of the oak and pine,
The gold and silver, make them Thine.
The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to Thy throne,
We but present Thee with Thine own.
Preserve the hands that work from ill;
That we, who these foundations lay,
May raise the topstone in its day.
The temple of Thine own elect;
Be Thou in them, and they in Thee,
O ever-blessèd Trinity!