1.God of the universe, to Thee These sacred walls we rear; And now, with songs and bended knee, Invoke Thy presence here. 2.Here let Thy love, Thy presence, dwell; Thy glory here make known; Thy people's home, 0 come and fill, And seal it as Thine own. 3.When sad with care, by sin oppressed, Here may the burdened soul Beneath Thy sheltering wing find rest; Here make the wounded whole. 4.And when the last long Sabbath morn Upon the just shall rise, May all who own Thee here, be borne To mansions in the skies.