And will the great eternal God
On earth establish His abode?
And will He, from His radiant throne,
Accept our temple for His own?

We bring the tribute of our praise,
And sing that condescending grace,
Which to our notes will lend an ear,
And call us sinful mortals near.

Our Father’s watchful care we bless,
Which guards our synagogues in peace,
That no tumultuous foes invade,
To fill our worshippers with dread.

These walls we to Thy honor raise;
Long may they echo with Thy praise;
And Thou descending fill the place
With choicest tokens of Thy grace.

Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of His train;
While power divine His Word attends
To conquer foes, and cheer His friends.

And in that great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear
That crowds were born to glory here.