O Thou Whose Hand Hath Brought Us

O Thou whose hand hath brought us

Unto this joy­ful day

Accept our glad thanks­giv­ing

And list­en as we pray;

And may our pre­pa­ra­tion

For this day’s serv­ice be

With one ac­cord to of­fer

Ourselves

O Lord

to Thee.

For this Thy house we praise Thee

Reared at Thine own com­mand

For every ge­ne­rous spir­it

And ev­ery will­ing hand;

And now with­in Thy tem­ple

Thy glo­ry let us see

For all its strength and beau­ty

Are no­thing with­out Thee.

And oft as here we ga­ther

And hearts in wor­ship blend

May truth re­veal its pow­er

And fer­vent pray­ers as­cend;

Here may the busy toil­er

Rise to the things ab­ove;

The young

the old

be strength­ened

And all men learn Thy love.

And as the years roll on­ward

And strong af­fect­ions twine

And ten­der mem’ries ga­ther

About this sac­red shrine

May this its chief dis­tinct­ion

Its glo­ry

ev­er be

That mul­ti­tudes with­in it

Have found their way to Thee.

Lord God

our fa­thers’ help­er

Our joy

and hope and stay:

Grant now a gra­cious ear­nest

Of ma­ny a com­ing day.

Our yearn­ing hearts Thou know­est;

We wait be­fore Thy throne:

O come

and by Thy pre­sence

Make this new house Thine own.