3 All space is holy, for all space Is filled by Thee;--but human thought Burns clearer in some chosen place, Where Thine own words of love are taught. 4 Here be they taught; and may we know That faith Thy servants knew of old, Which onward bears, through weal or woe, Till death the gates of heaven unfold. 5 Nor we alone; may those whose brow Shows yet no trace of human cares Hereafter stand where we do now, And raise to Thee still holier prayers. 383. C. M. Bryant. Dedication Hymns. 1 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands Built over earth and sea, Accept the walls that human hands Have raised to worship Thee! 2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, Within these courts to bide, The peace that dwelleth, without end, Serenely by Thy side! 3 May erring minds that worship here Be taught the better way; And they who mourn, and they who fear, Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm Of earth-born passion dies. 384. C. M. * Ordination Hymn. 1 O God! Thy children, gathered here, Thy blessing now we wait; Thy servant, girded for his work, Stands at the temple's gate. 2 A holy purpose in his heart Has deepened calm and still; Now from his childhood's Nazareth He comes, to do Thy will. 3 O Father! keep his soul alive To every hope of good; And may his life of love proclaim Man's truest brotherhood! 4 O Father! keep his spirit quick To every form of wrong; And in the ear of sin and self May his rebuke be strong! 5 And as he doth Christ's footsteps press, If e'er his faith grow dim, Then, in the dreary wilderness, Thine angels strengthen him! 6 And give him in Thy holy work Patience to wait Thy time, And, toiling still with man, to breathe The soul's serener clime. 7 O grant him many hearts to lead Into Thy perfect rest; Bless Thou him, Father, and his flock: Bless! and they shall be blest! 385. C. M. * Ordination. 1 Go, preach the gospel in my name, Said he of Bethlehem: Teach of a crown more glorious Than earthly diadem. 2 Teach ye as I have taught, in love; Be hate unthought, unspoken; Bind up the bleeding heart, nor let The bruised reed be broken. 3 If any scorn you for the truth Which ye shall publish free, Think of the lonely midnight hour In dark Gethsemane: