Millions Within Thy Courts Have Met

Millions with­in Thy courts have met

Millions this day be­fore Thee bowed;

Their face Zion-ward were set

Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed;

But Thou

soul-search­ing God! hast known

The hearts of all that bent the knee

And hast ac­cept­ed those alone

In spir­it and truth

that wor­shiped Thee.

People of ma­ny a tribe and tongue

Men of strange co­lors

cli­mates

lands

Have heard Thy truth

Thy glo­ry sung

And of­fered prayer with ho­ly hands.

Still

as the light of morn­ing broke

O’er is­lands

con­ti­nent

or deep

Thy far-spread fa­mi­ly awoke

Sabbath all round the world to keep.

From east to west

the sun sur­veyed

From north to south

ad­or­ing throngs;

And still

where ev­en­ing stretched her shade

The stars came out to hear their songs.

Harmonious as the wind and seas

In hal­cy­on hours when storms are flown

Arose earth’s Ba­bel lang­uag­es

In pure ac­cord­ance to the throne.

Not an­gel trum­pets sound more clear

Nor el­ders’ harps

nor ser­aphs’ lays

Yield sweet­er mu­sic to Thine ear

Than hum­ble pray­er and thank­ful praise.

And not a pray­er

a tear

a sigh

Hath failed this day some suit to gain;

To those in trou­ble

Thou wert nigh

Not one hath sought Thy face in vain.

Thy poor were boun­ti­ful­ly fed

Thy chast­ened sons have kissed the rod

Thy mourn­ers have been com­fort­ed

The pure in heart have seen their God.

Yet one pray­er more! and be it one

In which both Heav’n and earth ac­cord;

Fulfill Thy pro­mise to Thy Son

Let all that breathe call Je­sus Lord.