Classic Poem

Written by request, and sung at the dedication of the Baptist
Church in Horton.

Though highest heaven is thy throne,
And earth and suns and stars thine own,
Yet to thy feet, our Lord and King,
Our choicest gifts we gladly bring.

Wilt thou accept, we humbly pray,
The offering we bring to-day;
For thee this house our hands have made;
In love are its foundations laid.

May nothing sordid enter here;
No strife provoke the sinner's sneer.
With concert sweet and worship pure,
May peace remain and love endure.

As sunshine falls, and dews of night,
May blessings on these walls alight.
May all who here shall bow the knee
With contrite hearts, find rest in thee.

May souls afflicted, tempest-tossed,
By floods o'erwhelmed in darkness lost,
Find here a light for 'wildered feet,
For sorest trouble comfort sweet.

We all as leaves must fade away,—
This house shall crumble and decay;—
But yonder—yonder stands
A better house not made with hands.