Lord, in heaven, Thy dwelling-place,

Hear the praises of our race,

And, while hearing, let Thy grace

Dews of sweet forgiveness pour;

While we know, benignant King,

That the praises which we bring

Are a feeble offering,

Till Thy blessing makes it more.

More of truth, and more of might,

More of love, and more of light,

More of reason, and of right

From Thy pardoning grace be given!

This can make the humblest song

Sweet, acceptable, and strong,

As the strains the angels’ throng

Pour around the throne of heaven.