And will the great eternal God
On earth establish His abode?
And will He, from His radiant throne,
Accept our temple for His own?

These walls we to Thy honor raise;
Long may they echo with Thy praise;
And Thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of Thy grace.

Here let the great Redeemer reign,
With all the graces of His train;
While power divine His Word attends,
To conquer foes, and cheer His friends.

And in that great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear
That crowds were born to glory here.

Great King of glory, come,
And with Thy favor crown
This temple as Thy home,
This people as Thine own;
Beneath this roof, O deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.

In sweet, exalted strains
The King of glory praise;
O’er Heav’n and earth He reigns
Through everlasting days;
He, with a nod, the world controls
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.

To earth He bends His throne,
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is His bounty known,
And wide His glories shine;
Fair Salem still His chosen rest
Is with His smiles and presence blest.

Here may Thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend,
Like incense, to the skies:
Here may Thy Word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound Thy praise,
And shine, like polished stones,
Through long succeeding days;
Here, Lord, display Thy saving power,
While temples stand and men adore.

Here may the listening throng
Receive Thy truth in love;
Here Christians join the song
Of seraphim above;
Till all, who humbly seek Thy face,
Rejoice in Thy abounding grace.

We hail Thee now, O Jesu,
Upon Thine altar-throne,
Though sight and touch have failed us,
And faith perceives alone!
Thy love has veiled Thy Godhead
And hid Thy power divine,
In mercy to our weakness,
Beneath an earthly sign.

We hail Thee now, O Jesu;
In silence hast Thou come;
For all the hosts of Heaven
With wonderment are dumb;
So great the condescension,
So marvelous the love,
Which for our sakes, O Savior,
Have drawn Thee from above.

We hail Thee now, O Jesu;
For law and type have ceased,
And Thou in each communion
Art Sacrifice and Priest;
We make this great memorial
In union, Lord, with Thee,
And plead Thy death and passion
To cleanse and set us free.

We hail Thee now, O Jesu;
For death is drawing near,
And in Thy presence only
Its terrors disappear.
Dwell with us, sweetest Savior,
And guide us through the night,
Till shadows end in glory,
And faith be lost in sight.

When God is seen with men to dwell,
And all creation makes anew,
What tongues can half the wonders tell,
What eye the dazzling glories view?

Celestial streams shall gently flow,
The wilderness shall joyful be;
On parchèd ground shall lilies grow
And gladness spring on every tree;

The weak be strong, the fearful bold,
The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing,
The lame shall walk, the blind behold,
And joy through all the earth shall ring.