Written for the Dedication of the Pacific Press, and sung by a double male quartet.
Oft we err in human blindness
In our struggle to be free,
Slighting long the loving-kindness,
Failing oft the way to see.
Long the gentle voice entreated,
Long we spurned the call repeated,
Trembling earth and flame defeated,
Then we turned, O Lord, to Thee.
With Thy presence e'er before us,
With our eyes e'er fixed on Thee,
With Thy hand in mercy o'er us,
Leading us the way to see;
Ever at Thy throne appearing,
To Thy presence ever nearing,
Thus we builded, never fearing,
Builded, Lord, and all for Thee.
Beautiful for situation,
Wide and spacious, fair to see,
With a joyful exaltation
We have builded, Lord, for Thee.
All to Thee with praise and singing,
All to Thee with gladness bringing,
To Thy mercy ever clinging,
Lord, we dedicate to Thee.
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