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DIVINE SERVICE.
DIVINE SERVICE
AT THE CHURCH FOR THE BLIND, IN LIVERPOOL.
One day, the ocean's might to dare,
While the lone ship with rushing prow
Adventurous cuts her doubtful way,
With clouds above and waves below,
One day, the booming surge to hear,
Mid wrecking rocks' impetuous roar,
And press the next with speechless joy
Our mother Albion's verdant shore,
To list her Sabbath's tuneful chimes,
And join the throng, whose ceaseless streams
Flow toward the temples of her God,
Seem like the mockery of dreams.
Yet thus it is. And here we stand
Within that consecrated dome,
Which blest Benevolence hath reared
To yield the sightless poor a home.
