Hymn For The Same Occasion (The Two Hundredth Anniversary King's Chapel)

Sung By The Congregation To The Tune Of Tallis's Evening Hymn     O'ershadowed by the walls that climb,     Piled up in air by living hands,     A rock amid the waves of time,     Our gray old house of worship stands.     High o'er the pillared aisles we love     The symbols of the past look down;     Unharmed, unharming, throned above,     Behold the mitre and the crown!     Let not our younger faith forget     The loyal souls that held them dear;     The prayers we read their tears have wet,     The hymns we sing they loved to hear.     The memory of their earthly throne     Still to our holy temple clings,     But here the kneeling suppliants own     One only Lord, the King of kings.     Hark! while our hymn of grateful praise     The solemn echoing vaults prolong,     The far-off voice of earlier days     Blends with our own in hallowed song:     To Him who ever lives and reigns,     Whom all the hosts of heaven adore,     Who lent the life His breath sustains,     Be glory now and evermore!