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to thy place, thou blessed of the Lord, Come up into thy place. The tuneful choir, The solemn organ, with its gladdening breath, The sunbeam pouring through the tinted pane A flood of richness, all with varied voice Do give thee welcome. But there flows a tide Of deeper gratulation through those hearts Which hail thee as Jehovah's messenger To them for good. Yea, enter in, and take Thy holy office. With the Spirit's power Preach thou repentance—aid the victor-strife O'er vanity and sin; lead hungering souls To their Redeemer's feast; instruct to wear The rose-bud garland of prosperity With chastened joy, and ever through the maze Of earthly discipline, to recognize A Father's hand. Come to our hearths, our homes, And as our infants climb upon thy knee Speak of His lessons and His love, who bade Such little ones, with unforbidden trust, Cling to his bosom. So their hearts shall blend The incipient knowledge of a law divine With thy paternal smile. Come, when the hour Of sickness darkens—when the nightly clock Is told in anguish, and the stifled step Of the meek watcher is a weariness,