Thou Delightest, O Lord

Thou de­light­est

O Lord

when Thy child­ren draw near

To wor­ship and praise and con­fess;

Now ban­ish our sor­row

our doubt and our fear;

Be pre­sent to guide and to bless.

Touch our ears with Thy fin­ger

and then we shall hear

Soft voic­es that speak from Thy Word;

Touch our eyes in­to see­ing

and then shall ap­pear

The glo­ry of Je­sus

our Lord.

Be the words of our tongues

and the theme of our song;

Be our pur­pose

our praise

and our pray­er;

And be to us here what Thou art to the throng

Of an­gels that wor­ship Thee there.