L. M. Fox's Hymns. The Great Temple. |
1 Though wandering in a stranger-land, Though on the waste no altar stand, Take comfort! thou art not alone, While Faith hath marked thee for her own. 2 Wouldst thou a temple? look above, -- The heavens stretch over all in love; A book? for thine evangel scan The wondrous history of man. 3 And though no organ-peal be heard, In harmony the winds are stirred; And there the morning stars upraise Their ancient songs of deathless praise.
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