This is the day the Lord hath made,

Let young and old rejoice;

To Him be vows and homage paid,

Whose service is our choice.

This is the temple of the Lord,

How dreadful is this place!

With meekness let us hear His word,

With reverence seek His face.

This is the homage He requires,--

The voice of praise and prayer,

The soul's affections, hopes, desires,

Ourselves and all we are.

While rich and poor for mercy call,

Propitious from the skies,

The Lord, the Maker of them all,

Accepts the sacrifice.

Well-pleased through Jesus Christ His Son,

From sin he grants release;

According to their faith 'tis done,

He bids them go in peace.