1
Great King of glory, come,
And with Thy favor crown
This temple as Thy home,
This people as Thine own;
Beneath this roof, 0 deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.

2
Here may Thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend,
Like incense, to the skies;
Here may Thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

3
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.

4
Here may the listening throng
Receive Thy truth in love;
Here Christians join the song
Of seraphim above,
Till all, who humbly seek Thy face,
Rejoice in Thy abounding grace.