No Sleep nor Slumber to His Eyes

No sleep nor slum­ber to his eyes

Good Da­vid would af­ford

Till He had found be­low the skies

A dwell­ing for the Lord.

The Lord in Si­on placed His name

His ark was set­tled there;

To Si­on the whole na­tion came

To wor­ship thrice a year.

But we have no such lengths to go

Nor wan­der far abroad;

Where’er Thy saints as­sem­ble now

There is a house for God.

Arise

O King of grace

arise

And en­ter to Thy rest!

Lo! Thy Church waits with long­ing eyes

Thus to be owned and blest.

Enter with all Thy glo­ri­ous train

Thy Spir­it and Thy Word;

All that the ark did once con­tain

Could no such grace af­ford.

Here

migh­ty God

ac­cept our vows

Here let Thy praise be spread;

Bless the pro­vi­sions of Thy house

And fill Thy poor with bread.

Here let the Son of Da­vid reign

Let God’s An­oint­ed shine;

Justice and truth His court main­tain

With love and pow­er di­vine.

Here let Him hold a last­ing throne;

And as His king­dom grows

Fresh hon­ors shall ad­orn His crown

And shame con­found His foes.