How Blessèd Is This Place, O Lord

How bless­èd is this place

O Lord

Where Thou art wor­shiped and ad­ored;

Our faith would here an al­tar raise

Unto Thy glo­ry

God of praise!

Here let Thy sac­red fire of old

Descend to kin­dle sp­irits cold;

And may our pray­ers

when here we bend

Like in­cense sweet to Thee as­cend.

Here let the wea­ry one find rest

The ach­ing heart a com­fort blest

The guil­ty soul a sure re­treat

The sin­ner par­don at Thy feet.

Here ga­ther us around Thy board

To keep the feast with Thee

dear Lord

And when in faith our souls draw near

May we dis­cern Thy pre­sence here.

And when these earth­ly Sab­baths cease

O may our souls de­part in peace

Around Thy glo­ri­ous throne to meet

And find it

Lord

a mer­cy-seat!