Lord of Hosts, how love­ly fair,
E’en on earth Thy tem­ples are;
Here Thy wait­ing peo­ple see
Much of Heav’n and much of Thee.

From Thy gra­cious pre­sence flows
Bliss that soft­ens all our woes;
While Thy Spir­it’s ho­ly fire
Warms our hearts with pure de­sire.

Here we sup­pli­cate Thy throne,
Here Thou mak’st Thy glo­ries known;
Here we learn Thy right­eous ways,
Taste Thy love and sing Thy praise.

Thus with fes­tive songs of joy,
We our hap­py lives em­ploy;
Love, and long to love Thee more,
Till from earth to Heav’n we soar.