God Him­self is with us:
Let us now adore Him,
And with awe ap­pear be­fore Him.
God is in His tem­ple,
All with­in keep si­lence,
Prostrate lie with deep­est rev­er­ence.
Him alone God we own,
Him our God and Sav­ior;
Praise His name for­ev­er.

God Him­self is with us:
Hear the harps re­sound­ing!
See the crowds the throne sur­round­ing!
Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly,
Hear the hymn as­cend­ing,
Angels, saints, their voic­es blend­ing!
Bow Thine ear to us here:
Hear, O Christ, the prais­es
That Thy church now rais­es.

O Thou fount of bless­ing,
Purify my spir­it;
Trusting on­ly in Thy mer­it,
Like the ho­ly an­gels
Who be­hold Thy gl­ory,
May I cease­less­ly adore Thee,
And in all, great and small,
Seek to do most near­ly
What Thou lov­est dear­ly.