O bow thine ear, Eternal One,

On thee our heart adoring calls;

To thee the followers of thy Son

Have raised, and now devote these walls.

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.

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.

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.

5 And when the lips, that with thy name

Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,

On others may devotion’s flame

Be kindled here, and purely burn!