O Word of God Above

O Word of God ab­ove

Who fill­est all in all

Hallow this house with Thy sure love

And bless our fest­iv­al.

Here from the font is poured

Grace on each sin­ful child;

The blest anoint­ing of the Lord

Brightens the once de­filed.

Here Christ to faith­ful hearts

His body gives for food;

The Lamb of God Him­self im­parts

The chal­ice of His blood.

Here guil­ty souls that pine

May health and par­don win;

The Judge ac­quits

and grace di­vine

Restores the dead in sin.

Yea

God en­throned on high

Here al­so dwells to bless;

Here trains ador­ing souls that sigh

His man­sions to pos­sess.

Against this ho­ly home

Rude tem­pests harm­less beat

And Sa­tan’s an­gels fierce­ly come

But to en­dure defeat.

All might

all praise be Thine

Father

co-equal Son

And Spir­it

bond of love di­vine

Where end­less ag­es run.