Lord, Thy
Church hath
seen Thee
rise,
To Thy
temple in
the skies;
God, my
Savior! God,
my King!
Still Thy
ransomed
round Thee
sing.
When, in
glories all
divine,
Through the
earth Thy
Church shall
shine,
Kings, in
prayer and
praise,
shall wait,
Bending at
Thy temple’s
gate.