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.