Hymn 42

1O THOU who see, Eternal One !
In thee our heart adoring calls ;
To thee the sons of Jacob's sons
Have raised, and now devote, these walls.

2Here let thy blest assemblies meet ;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of Heaven.

3Here may thy word with power descend ;
As incense, let thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips ascend,
Rise on the still and holy air.

4Here be thy praise devoutly sung ;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy Spirit hung
On wings of light, o'er Joshua's wave.