hymn.
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Bright, glorious, is the gift of Fame;
Yet holier, more divine,
Is e'en the faintest sigh, in which
Their memory we enshrine.
Minstrel! it is for thee to pour
The trumpet note of praise;
But love the cherished name shall tell,
In gentler, purer lays.
Yet holier, more divine,
Is e'en the faintest sigh, in which
Their memory we enshrine.
Minstrel! it is for thee to pour
The trumpet note of praise;
But love the cherished name shall tell,
In gentler, purer lays.
HYMN
FOR THE CONSECRATION OF MOUNT PLEASANT, TAUNTON.
Around Thy forest shrine,
Eternal God! we bend,
While to yon dome of Thine,
Faith's breathing tones ascend,—
To spread abroad,From nature's fane,
The choral strainTo nature's God.
Eternal God! we bend,
While to yon dome of Thine,
Faith's breathing tones ascend,—
To spread abroad,From nature's fane,
The choral strainTo nature's God.
The whispering wind around,
The glorious sky above,
The trees' sweet murmuring sound,—
All, all proclaim Thy love.
A thrilling voice,Breathed on the ear,
Checks every fear,Bids man rejoice.
The glorious sky above,
The trees' sweet murmuring sound,—
All, all proclaim Thy love.
A thrilling voice,Breathed on the ear,
Checks every fear,Bids man rejoice.
