Sweet is the so­lemn voice that calls
The Christ­ian to the house of pray­er;
I love to stand with­in its walls,
For Thou, O Lord, art pre­sent there.

I love to tread the hal­lowed courts
Where two or three for wor­ship meet;
For thi­ther Christ Him­self re­sorts,
And makes the lit­tle band com­plete.

’Tis sweet to raise the com­mon song,
To join in hol­y praise and love;
And im­itate the bless­èd throng
That min­gle hearts and songs above.

Within these walls may peace abound,
May all our hearts in one agree!
Where breth­ren meet, where Christ is found,
May peace and con­cord ev­er be.