Great King of glory, come, And with Thy favor crown This temple as Thy home, This people as Thine own; Beneath this roof, O deign to show How God can dwell with men below. In sweet, exalted strains The King of glory praise; O’er Heav’n and earth He reigns Through everlasting days; He, with a nod, the world controls Sustains or sinks the distant poles. To earth He bends His throne, His throne of grace divine; Wide is His bounty known, And wide His glories shine; Fair Salem still His chosen rest Is with His smiles and presence blest. Here may Thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend, Like incense, to the skies: Here may Thy Word melodious sound, And spread celestial joys around. Here may our unborn sons And daughters sound Thy praise, And shine, like polished stones, Through long succeeding days; Here, Lord, display Thy saving power, While temples stand and men adore. Here may the listening throng Receive Thy truth in love; Here Christians join the song Of seraphim above; Till all, who humbly seek Thy face, Rejoice in Thy abounding grace. |