From architrave to royal dome,
Love framed this beauteous Christian home.
Here Truth shines forth with fadeless beam;
Here peace and joy are all supreme;
Here gentle dews from Love divine,
Will heal that broken heart of thine;
Will lift the sackcloth from thine eyes,
And thou shalt see God's Paradise.
"God's glory is a wondrous thing;"—
Look up, faint heart; the angels sing
Of "Peace on earth, good will to men."
God's everpresence now, as then,
Doth feed mankind with living bread;
Doth heal the sick, and raise the dead.—
The Holy Ghost broods o'er unseen,
And lights this age with Truth's bright sheen.
What Love hath wrought, let all adore;
Christ dwells with man now, as of yore.
These solid walls but manifest
God's Mother-love, and earth is blest.
Love's children here are gathered round,
To sing Truth's praise with joyful sound.
The hour is holy; God is near;
Nor sin, nor sorrow, enter here.
