For Thee, O God, our constant praise

Verse 1

For Thee, O God, our constant praise In Sion waits, Thy chosen seat; Our promised altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete.

Verse 2

Thou, Who to every humble prayer Dost always bend Thy listening ear, To Thee shall all mankind repair, An at Thy gracious throne appear.

Verse 3

Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst Thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye.

Verse 4

Blest is the man who, near Thee placed, Within Thy sacred dwelling lives! 'Tis there abundantly we taste The vast delights Thy temple gives.

Verse 5

Amen.