O Lord, our God, almighty King,
We fain would make this temple ring
With our adoring praise;
And joining with the ransomed host,
To Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Our grateful songs we raise,
Our grateful songs we raise. The heav’n of heav’ns cannot contain
Thy majesty, and in Thy train
Thy archangel veils his face;
Yet curtained tent or temple fair,
If humble contrite hearts be there,
May be Thy resting place,
May be Thy resting place. We sing Thy wondrous works and ways;
We sing the glorious displays
Of love and power divine;
In all our past, Thy matchless grace,
Hath been vouchsafed within this place
The glory e’er be Thine,
The glory e’er be Thine. These courts renewed and made more meet
For Thine abode, low at Thy feet
With prayer, to Thee we bring;
Hear and forgive; Thy love distill;
This temple with Thy glory fill;
Our Father and our King,
Our Father and our King! |
