Heaven unfolds its portals wide;
Gracious conqueror through them ride,
King of glory! mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.

Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in the noblest songs;
Praise him from ten thousand tongues.

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LAYING A FOUNDATION STONE.

44. HYMN.

To Heaven's high Architect all praise,
All gratitude be given,

Who deign'd the human soul to raise
By secrets sprung from Heaven.

Then sound the great Jehovah's praise
To Him the glorious structure raise.

Now swells the choir in solemn tone,
And hovering angels join;
Religion looks delighted down,
When vot 'ries press the shrine.

Blest be the place! thither repair
The true and pious train:
Devotion wakes her anthems there,
And heaven accepts the strain.

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CHORUS in last stanza, observing small notes, swell, and hold.

Brothers united, to you it is given,

To enlighten the woes of a sin-blighted world, Far o'er the earth, on the free winds of heaven, Now let your banners of love be unfurled. Write there the blessed three,

Faith, Hope, and Charity,

Names that shall live through the cycle of time, Write them on every heart,

Make them your guide and chart,

Over life's sea to the heavens sublime.