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.