Lord of the families below!

To Thee our prayers we send;

Do Thou from danger and from woe

This dwelling-place defend.

Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;

Here let Thy love abide!

Our every joy in Thee more blest,

Each sorrow sanctified.

May our petitions when we meet,

And every secret prayer,

Come up before Thy mercy-seat,

And find acceptance there.

Teach us, with hearts made one in love,

To do Thy pure commands;

And give us, in Thy time, above,

A house not made with hands.