Classic Poem

MOST EXCELLENT MASTER .

Prostrate before the Lord,
We praise and bless His name,
That He doth condescend to own
The temple that we frame.

No winter's piercing blast,
No summer's scorching flame,
Has daunted us; and prostrate here,
We praise and bless His name.

From lofty Lebanon
These sacred cedars came;
We dedicate them to Thy cause,
And praise and bless Thy name.

Each noble block complete,
Each pure and sparkling gem,
We give to build and beautify,
And praise and bless Thy name.

With millions here below,
With Heaven's own cherubim,
Prostrate before the fire and cloud,
We praise and bless thy name.