A Blessing Supplicated

Verse 1

O God, though countless worlds of light, Thy power and glory show, Though round Thy throne, above all height, Immortal seraphs glow—

Verse 2

Yet, Lord, where’er Thy saints apart Are met for praise and prayer, Wherever sighs a contrite heart, Thou, gracious God, art there.

Verse 3

With grateful joy, Thy children rear This temple, Lord, to Thee; Long may they sing Thy praises here, And here Thy beauty see.

Verse 4

Here, Savior, deign Thy saints to meet; With peace their hearts to fill; And here, like Sharon’s odors sweet, May grace divine distill.

Verse 5

Here may Thy truth fresh triumphs win; Eternal Spirit, here. In many a heart now dead in sin, A living temple rear.