Christian Worship For The Blessing Of Schools.
O Thou, at whose dread name we bend,
To whom our purest vows we pay,
God over all, in love descend,
And bless the labors of this day.
Our fathers here, a pilgrim band,
Fixed the proud empire of the free;
Art moved in gladness o’er the land,
And Faith her altars reared to thee.
Here, too, to guard, through every age,
The sacred rights their valor won,
They bade instruction spread her page,
And send down truth from sire to son.
Here still, through all succeeding time,
Their stores may truth and learning bring
And still the anthem-note sublime
To thee from children’s children sing.