Lift the Strain of High Thanksgiving
John Ellerton, 1869
|Lift the strain of high thanksgiving,|
Tread with songs the hallowed way.
Praise our fathers' God for mercies
New to us, their sons, today.
Here they built for Him a dwelling,
Served Him here in ages past,
Fixed it for His sure possession,
Holy ground while time shall last.
2. When the years had wrought their changes,
|3. Entering, then, Thy gates with praises,|
Lord, be ours Thine Israel's prayer:
"Rise into Thy place of resting,
Show Thy promised presence there."
Let the gracious word be spoken
Here, as once on Sion's height,
"This shall be My rest forever,
This My dwelling of delight."
4. Fill this latter house with glory
|5. Praise to Thee, almighty Father,|
Praise to Thee, eternal Son,
Praise to Thee, all-quickening Spirit,
Ever blessed Three in One;
Threefold Power and Grace and Wisdom,
Molding out of sinful clay
Living stones for that true temple
Which shall never know decay. Amen.