Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 14.

Dedication hymn.¹

To God, who from the rocky prison
     Where death had bound him, brought his Son,
To God these walls from earth have risen;—
     To God, ‘the high and lofty one.’

Creator! at whose stedfast word
     Alike the seas and seasons roll,
Here may thy truth in Christ our Lord,
     Shine forth and sanctify the soul.

Here, where we hymn thy praises now,
     Father and Judge! may many a knee
And many a spirit humbly bow,
     In worship and in prayer to Thee.

And when our lips no more shall move,
     Our hearts no longer beat or burn,
Then may the children that we love
     Take up the strain and in their turn,

With trump, and pipe and viol strings,
     Here pay, with music's sweet accords,
Their tribute to the King of kings,
     Their homage to the Lord of Lords.