In loud, exalted strains|
The King of Glory praise.
O'er heaven and earth He reigns
Through everlasting days;
But, Zion, thou so richly blest,
Art His delight, His chosen rest.
2. O King of Glory, come
And with Thy favor crown
This temple as Thy home,
This people as Thy own.
Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show
How God can dwell with men below.
3. Now let Thine ear attend
Our supplicating cries;
Now let our praise ascend,
Accepted, to the skies;
Now let Thy Word, the Gospel, sound,
Spread its celestial blessing round.
4. Here may the attentive throne|
Imbibe Thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above
And willing crowds surround the board
With sacred joy and sweet accord.
5. 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.
6. 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.