Lo, God Is Here!

Lo

God is here! let us ad­ore

And own how dread­ful is this place!

Let all with­in us feel His pow­er

And si­lent bow be­fore His face.

Lo

God is here! Whom day and night

United choirs of an­gels sing;

To Him

en­throned ab­ove all height

The hosts of Heav­en their prais­es bring.

Gladly the toys of earth we leave

Wealth

plea­sure

fame

for Thee alone;

To Thee our will

soul

flesh

we give

O take

O seal them for Thine own!

Disdain

not

Lord

our mean­er song

Who praise Thee with a fal­ter­ing tongue.

To Thee may all our thoughts arise

A true and cease­less sac­ri­fice.

Being of be­ings

may our praise

Thy courts with grate­ful frag­rance fill!

Still may we stand be­fore Thy face

Still hear and do Thy sov­er­eign will.

In Thee we move. All things of Thee

Are full

Thou Source and Life of all;

Thou vast un­fa­thom­able sea!

Fall pros­trate

lost in won­der fall.

As flow­ers their op­en­ing leaves dis­play

And glad drink in the so­lar fire

So may we catch Thine ev­ery ray

And thus Thy in­flue­nce in­spire.