Thou, whose unmeasured temple stands,Built over earth and sea,Accept these walls that human handsHave raised, O God, to Thee.
Lord, from Thine inmost glory send,Within these courts to bide,The peace that dwelleth without endSerenely by Thy side!
And let the Comforter and Friend,Thy Holy Spirit, meet,With those who here in worship bendBefore Thy mercy seat.
May they who err be guided hereTo find the better way;And they who mourn, and they who fear,Be strengthened as they pray.
May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,And pure devotion rise,While round these hallowed walls the stormOf earth born passion dies.