Explore "Hymn 338" by Charles Kingsley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Accept this building, gracious Lord, / No temple though it be; / We raised it for our suffering kin, / And so, Good Lord, for Thee.
Accept our little gift, and give / To all who here may dwell, / The will and power to do their work, / Or bear their sorrows well.
From Thee all skill and science flow; / All pity, care, and love, / All calm and courage, faith and hope, / Oh! pour them from above.
And part them, Lord, to each and all, / As each and all shall need, / To rise like incense, each to Thee, / In noble thought and deed.
And hasten, Lord, that perfect day, / When pain and death shall cease; / And Thy just rule shall fill the earth / With health, and light, and peace.
When ever blue the sky shall gleam, / And ever green the sod; / And man's rude work deface no more / The Paradise of God.
Eversley, 1870.