House of our God, with hymns of glad­ness ring,
While all our lips and hearts His prais­es sing;
The op­en­ing year His mer­cies shall pro­claim,
And all its days shall ce­le­brate His name.

Ye an­gel choirs on high, whose dwell­ing place
Shines with the glo­ry of His un­veiled face,
Through your im­mor­tal life, as love still grows,
Tell of His good­ness, which no end­ing knows.

O Earth, en­light­ened by His rays di­vine,
Stored by His hand with corn and oil and wine,
Crowned with His good­ness, let thy na­tions raise
From shore to shore the song of cease­less praise.

O Church, His chos­en dwell­ing and de­light,
Graven on His hands, and pre­cious in His sight,
Sing the deep mar­vels of that bound­less grace
Which sheds on thee the bright­ness of His face.

Burst in­to praise, my soul; and ev­er­more
Through chang­ing life thy change­less God ad­ore:
He is thy trust, thy re­fuge, and thy fear;
Strong in His strength, be­gin the new-born year.