In sweet, exalted strains,

The King of glory praise;

O’er heaven and earth he reigns,

Through everlasting days;

Beneath this roof, O deign to show

How God can dwell with men below.

2 Here may thine ears attend

Our interceding cries;

And grateful praise ascend,

All fragrant, to the skies;

Here may thy word melodious sound,

And spread the joys of heaven around.

3 Here may the attentive throng

Imbibe thy truth and love;

And converts join the song

Of seraphim above;

And willing crowds surround thy board,

With sacred joy and sweet accord.

4 Here may our unborn sons

And daughters sound thy praise,

And shine like polished stones

Through long-succeeding days;

Here, Lord! display thy saving power,

While temples stand, and men adore.