O God Though Countless Worlds Of Light


O God, though countless worlds of light,
Thy power and glory show,
Though round Thy throne, above all height,
Immortal seraphs glow-

Yet, Lord, where’er Thy saints apart
Are met for praise and prayer,
Wherever sighs a contrite heart,
Thou, gracious God, art there.

With grateful joy, Thy children rear
This temple, Lord, to Thee;
Long may they sing Thy praises here,
And here Thy beauty see.

Here, Savior, deign Thy saints to meet;
With peace their hearts to fill;
And here, like Sharon’s odors sweet,
May grace divine distill.

Here may Thy truth fresh triumphs win;
Eternal Spirit, here.
In many a heart now dead in sin,
A living temple rear.