O Thou Whose Gracious Presence Blest

O Thou whose gra­cious pre­sence blest

The home at Beth­any

This shel­ter from the world’s un­rest

This home made rea­dy for its guest

We de­di­cate to Thee.

When Thou didst pass the tem­ple gate

To pray be­neath its dome

It was Thy Fa­ther’s house

more great

Because by love made con­se­crate;

It was Thine on­ly home.

We build an al­tar here

and pray

That Thou wilt show Thy face

Dear Lord

if Thou wilt come to stay

This home we con­se­crate to­day

Will be a ho­ly place.