How bless­èd is this place, O Lord,
Where Thou art wor­shiped and ad­ored;
Our faith would here an al­tar raise
Unto Thy glo­ry, God of praise!

Here let Thy sac­red fire of old
Descend to kin­dle sp­irits cold;
And may our pray­ers, when here we bend,
Like in­cense sweet to Thee as­cend.

Here let the wea­ry one find rest,
The ach­ing heart a com­fort blest,
The guil­ty soul a sure re­treat,
The sin­ner par­don at Thy feet.

Here ga­ther us around Thy board
To keep the feast with Thee, dear Lord,
And when in faith our souls draw near,
May we dis­cern Thy pre­sence here.

And when these earth­ly Sab­baths cease,
O may our souls de­part in peace,
Around Thy glo­ri­ous throne to meet,
And find it, Lord, a mer­cy-seat!