HYMN SUNG AT THE SECOND CHURCH, BOSTON, AT THE ORDINA TION OF REV. CHANDLER ROBBINS. WE love the venerable house Our fathers built to God; In heaven are kept their grateful vows, Here holy thoughts a light have shed And prayers of humble virtue made And anxious hearts have pondered here The mystery of life, And prayed the eternal Light to clear From humble tenements around For faith and peace and mighty love Showed them the life of Heaven above They live with God; their homes are dust; Yet here their children pray, And in this fleeting lifetime trust To find the narrow way. On him who by the altar stands, Speak through his lips thy pure commands, CONCORD FIGHT. HYMN SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE CONCORD MONUMENT, APRIL 19, 1836. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, The foe long since in silence slept; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, Spirit, that made those heroes dare The shaft we raise to them and Thee. BOSTON HYMN. READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863. THE word of the Lord by night And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, Up to my ear the morning brings Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor? My angel, - his name is Freedom, - - He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing. Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, As the sculptor uncovers the statue When he has wrought his best; I show Columbia, of the rocks I will divide my goods; I will have never a noble, Go, cut down trees in the forest, Cut down trees in the forest, Call the people together, And here in a pine state-house In church, and state, and school. |