O Fearful Place Where He Who Knows Out H

O fearful place, where he who knows our heart
Lays bare our sins–O Lord, from us depart!
We cannot live where thou, the Holy, art.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

O house of God, where angel troops descend
From heaven to man and on his saints attend;
Here let us sing the song that knows no end:

O gate of heaven, where God’s almighty Word,
Big with forgiveness, constantly is heard,
And God’s elect to shouts of praise are stirred:

O Son of God, who diedst our life to win,
Here in this house we died thy death to sin,
And from the dead with thee have raised been.

Thy servants here took our young life in hand
And taught us all that thy love did command
And made us in thy Spirit’s strength to stand.

Thy body given and thy blood outpoured
In bread and wine here we have tasted, Lord;
For this thy gift forever be adored!

O God Almighty, gracious Three in One,
In this thy house let praise to thee be done
Until we join in heaven’s high unison:
Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.