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  Doomed grandeur's station
In lines of flame on human glory falls
  With plain interpretation;
Lo, thus shall perish with consuming heat
  All earthly treasure
Before whose ashes yet shall pause the feet
  Of reckless pleasure.


OUR GOD

Behind the wheels that human aim must move,
Beneath all truths, which only cannot fall,
Beyond all human faith and human love,
Builder and great inventor of them all
Is God.

He sees the mighty workings of His plans,
He knows the hands that toil with Christian zeal,
With wisdom all our humble work He scans,
Our failures, our successes none can feel
Like God.

And where He sees a want, a real need,
In His great work, a fair field left unsown,
He sends some toiler with the golden seed,
To willing hearts His purposes are shown,
Our God!

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