Thou de­light­est, O Lord, when Thy child­ren draw near
To wor­ship and praise and con­fess;
Now ban­ish our sor­row, our doubt and our fear;
Be pre­sent to guide and to bless.

Touch our ears with Thy fin­ger, and then we shall hear
Soft voic­es that speak from Thy Word;
Touch our eyes in­to see­ing, and then shall ap­pear
The glo­ry of Je­sus, our Lord.

Be the words of our tongues, and the theme of our song;
Be our pur­pose, our praise, and our pray­er;
And be to us here what Thou art to the throng
Of an­gels that wor­ship Thee there.