Great King of Glory, Come

Great King of glo­ry

come

And with Thy fa­vor crown

This tem­ple as Thy home

This peo­ple as Thine own;

Beneath this roof

O deign to show

How God can dwell with men be­low.

In sweet

ex­alt­ed strains

The King of glo­ry praise;

O’er Heav’n and earth He reigns

Through ev­er­last­ing days;

He

with a nod

the world con­trols

Sustains or sinks the dist­ant poles.

To earth He bends His throne

His throne of grace di­vine;

Wide is His boun­ty known

And wide His glo­ries shine;

Fair Sa­lem still His chos­en rest

Is with His smiles and pre­sence blest.

Here may Thine ears at­tend

Our in­ter­ced­ing cries

And grate­ful praise as­cend

Like in­cense

to the skies:

Here may Thy Word me­lo­di­ous sound

And spread ce­les­ti­al joys around.

Here may our un­born sons

And daugh­ters sound Thy praise

And shine

like pol­ished stones

Through long suc­ceed­ing days;

Here

Lord

dis­play Thy sav­ing pow­er

While tem­ples stand and men adore.

Here may the list­en­ing throng

Receive Thy truth in love;

Here Christ­ians join the song

Of se­ra­phim above;

Till all

who hum­bly seek Thy face

Rejoice in Thy ab­ound­ing grace.