Not here, as to the pro­phet’s eye,
The Lord up­on His throne ap­pears;
Nor se­ra­phim re­spons­ive cry,
Holy! thrice ho­ly! in our ears:

Yet God is pre­sent in this place,
Veiled in se­ren­er ma­jes­ty;
So full of glo­ry, truth and grace,
That faith alone such light can see.

Nor, as He in the tem­ple taught,
Is Christ with­in these walls re­vealed,
When blind, and deaf, and dumb were brought,
Lepers and lame, and all were healed:

Yet here, when two or three shall meet
Or throng­ing mul­ti­tudes are found,
All may sit down at Je­sus’ feet,
And hear from Him the joy­ful sound.

Send forth the se­ra­phim, O Lord,
To touch Thy ser­vants’ lips with fire;
Savior, give them Thy faith­ful Word;
Come, Ho­ly Ghost, their hearts in­spire.