CH1941, Hymn #484

Verse 1
O bow Thine ear, Eternal One!
On Thee each heart adoring calls;
To Thee the followers of Thy Son
Have raised, and now devote, these walls.

Verse 2
Here let Thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

Verse 3
Here may Thine honor dwell; and here
As incense, let Thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.

Verse 4
Here 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 Jordan's wave.