THE CHURCH OF THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
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Oh, not in temples thus upreared
And richly decorated,
Our fathers worshiped, who revered
The God they loved no less than feared,
But humbly congregated
In sylvan shades to them endeared
As Bethels where, till He appeared,
They fasted, prayed, and waited.
And richly decorated,
Our fathers worshiped, who revered
The God they loved no less than feared,
But humbly congregated
In sylvan shades to them endeared
As Bethels where, till He appeared,
They fasted, prayed, and waited.
Forever blest the hand that brings,
Rebuking pride and malice,
This noblest, best of offerings—
The gift that speaketh better things
From wealth's o'erflowing chalice,
Than monuments to buried kings,
Or ostentatious pomp that clings
Around some stately palace.
Rebuking pride and malice,
This noblest, best of offerings—
The gift that speaketh better things
From wealth's o'erflowing chalice,
Than monuments to buried kings,
Or ostentatious pomp that clings
Around some stately palace.
May all who throng its transept take
New zeal from that old story
Of One "as man who never spake,"
Till notes of gratitude shall break
The solemn offertory,
And labor wrought for Jesus' sake
This "Church of the Good Shepherd" make
The gateway unto glory.
New zeal from that old story
Of One "as man who never spake,"
Till notes of gratitude shall break
The solemn offertory,
And labor wrought for Jesus' sake
This "Church of the Good Shepherd" make
The gateway unto glory.
