Come to the house of prayer,

O thou afflicted, come;

The God of peace shall meet thee there;

He makes that house his home.

2 Come to the house of praise,

Ye who are happy now;

In sweet accord your voices raise,

In kindred homage bow.

3 Ye agéd, hither come,

For you have felt his love;

Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,

Your lips forget to move.

4 Ye young, before his throne

Come, bow; your voices raise;

Let not your hearts his praise disown

Who gives the power to praise.

5 Thou, whose benignant eye

In mercy looks on all—

Who seest the tear of misery,

And hearest the mourner’s call—

6 Up to thy dwelling-place

Bear our frail spirits on,

Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,

And heaven on earth be won.