In Sweet Exalted Strains

In sweet ex­alt­ed strains

The King of glo­ry praise;

O’er Heav’n and earth He reigns

Thro’ 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.

Then

King of glo­ry

come

And with Thy fa­vor crown

This tem­ple as Thy dome

This peo­ple as Thy own:

Beneath this roof

O deign to show

How God can dwell with men be­low.

Here may Thine ears at­tend

Our in­ter­ced­ing cries

And grate­ful praise as­cend

All frag­rant to the skies:

Here may Thy word me­lo­di­ous sound

And spread the joys of Heav’n around.

Here may th’ at­tent­ive throng

Imbibe Thy truth and love

And con­verts join the song

Of se­ra­phim ab­ove

And will­ing crowds sur­round Thy board

With sac­red joy and sweet ac­cord.

Here may our un­born sons

And daugh­ters sound Thy praise

And shine like pol­ished stones

Thro’ long suc­ceed­ing days;

Here

Lord

dis­play Thy sav­ing pow­er

While church­es stand

and men a­dore.