| Song | O Thou To Whom In Ancient Time |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | O Thou To Whom In Ancient Time |
| Theme(s) | Opening Hymns |
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O Thou, To Whom, In Ancient Time,
The Lyre Of Hebrew Bards Was Strung;
Whom Kings Adored In Songs Sublime,
And Prophets Praised With Glowing Tongue:
Not Now On Zion’s Hight Alone
Thy Favored Worshipers May Dwell;
Nor Where, At Sultry Noon, Thy Son
Sat Weary, By The Patriarch’s Well.
From Every Place Below The Skies,
The Grateful Song, The Fervent Prayer
The Incense Of The Heart May Rise
To Heaven, And Find Acceptance There.
To Thee Shall Age, With Snowy Hair,
And Strength, And Beauty, Bend The Knee;
And Childhood Lisp, With Reverent Air,
Its Praises And Its Prayers To Thee!
O Thou To Whom, In Ancient Time,
The Lyre Of Prophet-Bards Was Strung,
To Thee, At Last, In Every Clime,
Shall Temples Rise, And Praise Be Sung!
