O Lord, Our God, Almighty King

O Lord

our God

al­migh­ty King

We fain would make this tem­ple ring

With our ad­or­ing praise;

And join­ing with the ran­somed host

To Fa­ther

Son and Ho­ly Ghost

Our grate­ful songs we raise

Our grate­ful songs we raise.

The heav’n of heav’ns can­not con­tain

Thy ma­jes­ty

and in Thy train

Thy arch­an­gel veils his face;

Yet cur­tained tent or tem­ple fair

If hum­ble con­trite hearts be there

May be Thy rest­ing place

May be Thy rest­ing place.

We sing Thy won­drous works and ways;

We sing the glo­ri­ous dis­plays

Of love and pow­er di­vine;

In all our past

Thy match­less grace

Hath been vouch­safed with­in this place

The glo­ry e’er be Thine

The glo­ry e’er be Thine.

These courts re­newed and made more meet

For Thine abode

low at Thy feet

With pray­er

to Thee we bring;

Hear and for­give; Thy love dis­till;

This tem­ple with Thy glo­ry fill;

Our Fa­ther and our king

Our Fa­ther and our king!