313HYMN CCXCIII.
8.8.8.8
James Montgomery
On laying the Foundation Stone of a Church.
Heaven as a tent Thine hand display'd, Thy word the earth on nothing hung; Thy power upholds what Thou hast made; Thy praise, Lord God, by all be sung. | Though small amidst the glorious space, Where suns and stars Thy might proclaim, To Thee we consecrate this place, Here we record Thy Holy Name. | A temple built with hands, to Thee For children's children here shall rise; O may their ceaseless worship be, Pure offerings, free-will sacrifice. | Now to the prayer of faith attend, Thou God who answerest by fire; An earnest of the Spirit send, Enlarge, fulfil, surpass desire. | |