Oh blest the hourse, whate'er befall,

Where Jesus Christ is All in All;

Yea, if He were not dwelling there,

How poor and dark and void it were!

Oh blest that house where faith ye find,

And all within have set their mind

To trust their God and serve Him still,

And do in all His holy will.

Blest, where their prayers shall daily rise

As fragrant incense to the skies,

While in their lives the world is taught

That forms without the heart are nought.

Blest, where the busy hands fulfil

Their proper task with ready skill,

While through their different works ye see

One spirit run of unity.

Blest such a house, it prospers well,

In peace and joy the parents dwell,

And in their children's lot is shown

How richly God can bless His own.

Then here will I and mine to-day

A solemn covenant make, and say,--

Though all the world forsake Thy Word,

I and my house will serve the Lord.