Great King Of Glory, Come

Great King of glory, come,

And with Thy favor crown

This temple as Thy home,

This people as Thine own;

Beneath this roof, O deign to show

How God can dwell with men below.

In sweet, exalted strains

The King of glory praise;

O'er Heav'n and earth He reigns

Through everlasting days;

He, with a nod, the world controls

Sustains or sinks the distant poles.

To earth He bends His throne,

His throne of grace divine;

Wide is His bounty known,

And wide His glories shine;

Fair Salem still His chosen rest

Is with His smiles and presence blest.

Here may Thine ears attend

Our interceding cries,

And grateful praise ascend,

Like incense, to the skies:

Here may Thy Word melodious sound,

And spread celestial joys around.

Here may our unborn sons

And daughters sound Thy praise,

And shine, like polished stones,

Through long succeeding days;

Here, Lord, display Thy saving power,

While temples stand and men adore.

Here may the listening throng

Receive Thy truth in love;

Here Christians join the song

Of seraphim above;

Till all, who humbly seek Thy face,

Rejoice in Thy abounding grace.