Hymn #1 A Prayer For This House Louis Untermeyer
May nothing evil cross this door
and may ill fortune never pry
about these walls may the roar and rain go by
By faith made strong these rafters will
withstand the battering of the storm.
Though all the world grow chill will keep us warm.
May peace walk softly through these rooms,
touching our lips with holy wine
until every casual corner blooms into a shrine
With laughter drown the raucous shout
and though the sheltering walls are thin
may they be strong to keep hate out and hold love in.