O Thou Who Dwell’st on High

O Thou who dwell’st on high

’Mid burn­ing ser­aphs bright

Pavilioned in the az­ure sky

Robed with ce­les­ti­al light:

Permit us to draw near

And wor­ship and ad­ore;

Redeemed from sin and guilt and fear

Thy bless­ing we im­plore.

Thou high and ho­ly Lord

Before whom ser­aphs fall

With faces veiled and spir­its awed

And Thee thrice ho­ly call:

We fall be­fore Thy feet

Unworthy to draw near

E’en though be­fore Thy mer­cy seat

Thou call’st us to ap­pear.

Hear Thou the pray­er we bring;

Regard Thy child­ren’s need;

Accept the hymns of praise we sing

And to our vows give heed.

We seek Thee in Thy Son

Who died our souls to save—

The cru­ci­fied but ris­en One

Triumphant o’er the grave.

Through Him

our great high priest

Before the heav’n­ly throne

We seek re­demp­tion’s pow­er and peace—

Peace to the world un­known;

Seeking

we find Thee near

To bless with ev­ery grace

And make us meet

when Thou ap­pear

To see Thee face to face.