Classic Poem

Dedication Hymn

Come , O Divine Shekinah, come!
?With glory fill this new abode:
Come,—in our waiting souls there's room,—
?Display Thy power,—a present God.
Come to our shrine, O God of love,—
?Come as a God of love and power;
Refresh Thy people from above,
?As dews refresh the drooping flower.
Come as a spring and fount of grace,
?Our temple with Thy light adorn,
As crimson rays of glory trace
?The gorgeous rising of the morn.
Come as a dove, with wings of peace,
?The sad to cheer, the bruised to heal,
The wounds that sin has made, to ease,
?The covenant of our life to seal
Display Thy power, a present God;
?Come, in our waiting souls there's room;
With glory fill this new abode,—
?Come, O Divine Shekinah, come!