O thou whose own vast temple stands

Built over earth and sea,

Accept the walls that human hands

Have raised to worship thee.

2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,

Within these courts to bide,

The peace that dwelleth, without end,

Serenely by thy side.

3 May erring minds, that worship here,

Be taught the better way;

And they who mourn, and they who fear,

Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,

And pure devotion rise,

While round these hallowed walls the storm

Of earth-born passion dies.