No sleep nor slumber to his eyes
Good David would afford,
Till He had found below the skies
A dwelling for the Lord.

The Lord in Sion placed His name,
His ark was settled there;
To Sion the whole nation came
To worship thrice a year.

But we have no such lengths to go,
Nor wander far abroad;
Where’er Thy saints assemble now,
There is a house for God.

Arise, O King of grace, arise
And enter to Thy rest!
Lo! Thy Church waits with longing eyes
Thus to be owned and blest.

Enter with all Thy glo­ri­ous train
Thy Spi­rit and Thy Word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.

Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let Thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of Thy house,
And fill Thy poor with bread.

Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God’s Anointed shine;
Justice and truth His court maintain
With love and power divine.

Here let Him hold a lasting throne;
And as His kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn His crown,
And shame confound his foes.