4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 694. C. M. Lutheran Coll. Close of Communion Service. 1 Pity the nations, O our God, Constrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the strangers home. 2 We long to see thy churches full, That all thy faithful race May with one voice, and heart, and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace. 695. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 From the table now retiring, Which for us the Lord hath spread, May our souls, refreshment finding, Grow in all things like our Head. 2 His example by beholding, May our lives his image bear; Him our Lord and Master calling, His commands may we revere. 3 Love to God and man displaying, Walking steadfast in his way,-- Joy attend us in believing! Peace from God, through endless day! DEDICATIONS; ORDINATIONS; INSTALLATIONS. 696. L. M. Montgomery. On Laying the Corner-stone of a Church. 1 This stone to thee in faith we lay,-- We build the temple, Lord, to thee, Thine eye be open night and day, To guard this house from error free. 2 Here, when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou, in heaven thy dwelling-place, And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive. 3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim The blessed gospel of thy Son, Still by the power of his great name Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 When children's voices raise the song, Hosanna! to their Heavenly King, Let heaven with earth the strain prolong; Hosanna! let the angels sing. 5 Thy glory never hence depart; Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart; In every bosom fix thy throne. 697. L. M. Willis. Dedication Hymn. 1 The perfect world by Adam trod, Was the first temple,--built by God; His fiat laid the corner-stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one. 2 He hung its starry roof on high,-- The broad, illimitable sky; He spread its pavement, green and bright And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood,-- The sea, the sky,--and "all was good;" And when its first pure praises rang, The "morning stars together sang." 4 Lord! 'tis not ours to make the sea, And earth and sky a house for thee; But in thy sight our offering stands, A humbler temple, "made with hands." 698. L. M. Pierpont. The Same. 1 O, bow thine ear, Eternal One! On thee our heart adoring calls; To thee the followers of thy Son Have raised and now devote these walls.