CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH.
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Of an ascended Saviour—through these walls
Forever flow. Thou[1] dedicated dome!
Still in thy majesty and beauty stand,
Stand, and give praise, until the rock-ribbed earth
In her last throes shall tremble. Then dissolve
Into thy native dust, with one long sigh
Of melody, while the redeemed souls
That 'neath thine arch to endless life were born,
Go up on wings of glory, to the "house
Not made with hands."
