O God, Who Lovest to Abide

O God

who lov­est to ab­ide

In Si­on’s chos­en gate

More than the thou­sand tents be­side

Where Is­ra­el’s faith­ful wait.

Accept our works

and hear our vows

Unworthy though we be;

And look in mer­cy on the house

We de­di­cate to Thee.

Here an­swer Thou

as Thou art wont

Thy peo­ple when they pray;

Here in the wa­ters of Thy font

Let sin be washed away.

Here set Thy Con­fir­ma­tion’s seal

For ghost­ly strength and good;

Here give Thy peo­ple

as they kneel

Their Sav­ior’s flesh and blood.

If af­ter sin they seek Thy face

And by Thy pre­cepts live

Hear Thou in Heav’n

Thy dwell­ing place

And when Thou hear’st

for­give!

If there be fa­mine in the land

Or pes­ti­lence

or foe

Stretch out from Heav’n Thy strong right hand

When here Thy flock fall low.

Bless those

O Lord

and hear their cry

That raised Thy tem­ple here

That in Thy house be­yond the sky

With joy they may ap­pear.

Wisdom and pow­er to God alone!

Praise to the Fa­ther be

And to the pre­cious Cor­ner­stone

And Ho­ly Ghost

to Thee!