God of the universe, to thee

God of the universe, to theeThese sacred walls we rear;And now, with songs and bended knee,Invoke thy presence here.

Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;Thy glory here make known;Thy people's home, O come and fill,And seal it as thine own.

When sad with care, by sin oppressed,Here may the burdened soulBeneath thy sheltering wing find rest;Here make the wounded whole.

And when the last long Sabbath mornUpon the just shall rise,May all who own thee here, be borneTo mansions in the skies.