O God, who lov­est to ab­ide
In Si­on’s chos­en gate,
More than the thou­sand tents be­side,
Where Is­ra­el’s faith­ful wait.

Accept our works, and hear our vows,
Unworthy though we be;
And look in mer­cy on the house
We de­di­cate to Thee.

Here an­swer Thou, as Thou art wont,
Thy peo­ple when they pray;
Here in the wa­ters of Thy font
Let sin be washed away.

Here set Thy Con­fir­ma­tion’s seal
For ghost­ly strength and good;
Here give Thy peo­ple, as they kneel,
Their Sav­ior’s flesh and blood.

If af­ter sin they seek Thy face,
And by Thy pre­cepts live,
Hear Thou in Heav’n, Thy dwell­ing place,
And when Thou hear’st, for­give!

If there be fa­mine in the land,
Or pes­ti­lence, or foe,
Stretch out from Heav’n Thy strong right hand,
When here Thy flock fall low.

Bless those, O Lord, and hear their cry,
That raised Thy tem­ple here,
That in Thy house be­yond the sky
With joy they may ap­pear.

Wisdom and pow­er to God alone!
Praise to the Fa­ther be,
And to the pre­cious Cor­ner­stone,
And Ho­ly Ghost, to Thee!