O God, Though Countless Worlds of Light

O God

though count­less worlds of light

Thy pow­er and glo­ry show

Though round Thy throne

above all height

Immortal ser­aphs glow—

Yet

Lord

where’er Thy saints apart

Are met for praise and pray­er

Wherever sighs a con­trite heart

Thou

gra­cious God

art there.

With grate­ful joy

Thy child­ren rear

This tem­ple

Lord

to Thee;

Long may they sing Thy prais­es here

And here Thy beau­ty see.

Here

Sav­ior

deign Thy saints to meet;

With peace their hearts to fill;

And here

like Sha­ron’s od­ors sweet

May grace di­vine dis­till.

Here may Thy truth fresh tri­umphs win;

Eternal Spir­it

here.

In ma­ny a heart now dead in sin

A liv­ing tem­ple rear.