On Opening a Place of Worship

In loud exalted strains,

The King of glory praise:

O'er heav'n and earth He reigns,

Through everlasting days;

But Zion, with His presence blest,

In His delight, His chosen rest.

O King of Glory, come

And with Thy favor crown

This temple as Thy home,

this people as Thy own;

Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show

How God can dwell with men below.

Now let Thine ear attend

Our supplicating cries;

Now let our praise ascend,

Accepted, to the skies;

Now let Thy Gospel's joyful sound

Spread its celestial influence round.

Here may the listening throng

Imbibe Thy truth and love;

Here Christians join the song

Of seraphim above:

Till all who humbly seek Thy face

Rejoice in Thy abounding grace.