With trump, and pipe, and viol chords, <br />And song, the full assembly brings <br />Its tribute to the Lord of lords, <br />Its homage to the King of kings. <br /> <br /> <br />To God, who, from the rocky prison <br />Where death had bound him, brought his Son, <br />To God these walls from earth have risen;- <br />To God, 'the high and lofty One.' <br /> <br /> <br />Creator! at whose steadfast word <br />Alike the years and oceans roll, <br />Here may thy truth in Christ, our Lord, <br />Shine forth and sanctify the soul. <br /> <br /> <br />Here, where we hymn thy praises now, <br />Father and Judge! may many a knee <br />And many a spirit humbly bow, <br />In worship and in prayer to thee. <br /> <br /> <br />And when our lips no more shall move, <br />Our hearts no longer beat or burn, <br />Then may the children that we love <br />Take up the strain, and, in their turn, <br /> <br /> <br />With trump, and pipe, and viol strings, <br />Here pay, with music's sweet accords, <br />Their tribute to the King of kings, <br />Their homage to the Lord of lords.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymns-for-dedication-ii/
