1 FROM highest heaven, the Father's Son, Descending like that mystic stone Cut from a mountain without hands, Came down below, and filled all lands; Uniting, midway in the sky,
His house on earth, and house on high.
2 That house on high- it ever rings With praises of the King of kings; For ever there, on harps divine, They hymn the eternal One and Trine; We, here below, the strain prolong, And faintly echo Zion's song.
3 O Lord of lords invisible;
With thy pure light this temple fill: Hither, oft as invoked, descend; Here to thy people's prayer attend: Here, through all hearts for evermore, The Spirit's quickening graces pour.
4 Here may the faithful, day by day, In kneeling adoration pray; And here receive from thy dear love The blessings of that home above;
Till, loosened from this mortal chain, Its everlasting joys they gain. 5 To God the Father, glory due, And to his only Son most true, With thee, O mighty Holy Ghost, Be paid by all the heavenly host;
To whom praise, power, and blessing, be Through ages of eternity.
1 THE perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple, built by God; His fiat laid the corner-stone; He spake, and, lo, the work was done.
2 He hung its starry roof on high, The broad expanse of azure sky;
He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the sky; and all was good; And when its first pure praises rung, The morning stars together sung.
4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for thee; But in thy sight our offering stands, An humbler temple, built with hands.
261 "Will God, indeed, dwell on the Earth ?> 1 0 THOU, who did'st the temple fill
With thy resplendent, awful train, The glory of thine Israel still,
Appear in those bright robes again. 2 In us, and round about us shine, Here cause us to behold thy face: O make this tabernacle thine, O sanctify this holy place.
3 Now send the promised unction down, And all our waiting hearts inspire: Lord Jesus, make thy goings known, Thy ministers a flame of fire.
4 Work with them, and confirm thy word To all, who worship in this place: O pour upon us, holy Lord,
Unceasing showers of saving grace.
5 So shall thy servants' hopes be crowned, And glory to thy name be given;
While this Bethesda shall be found The house of God, the gate of heaven.
1 COME thou now, and be among us, Lord and Maker, while we pray:
Let thy presence fill the temple Which we dedicate to-day; And thyself its Consecrator, Dwell within its walls alway.
2 Grant that all thy faithful people May thy truer temple be; Neither flesh, nor soul, nor spirit, Know another Lord than thee: But to thee once dedicated, Serve thee everlastingly.
3 Bright be here the Monarch's altar, With the presents that we bring: Held in holy veneration,
Rich with many an offering; Ever hallowed, ever quiet,
Ever dear to God its King.
4 Here our souls, as thy true altars, Deign to hallow and to bless,
O thou future Judge of all men, With thy grace and holiness;
That thy gifts, sent down from heaven, We may evermore possess.
5 Laud and honour to the Father;
Laud and honour to the Son;
Laud and honour to the Spirit; Ever Three and ever One: Consubstantial, co-eternal, While unending ages run.
"The Lord loveth the gates of Zion." L. M. 6 lines.
1 ENTHRONED in light, eternal God,
The highest heaven is thy abode; Yet thou with us wilt deign to dwell; Thou lov'st the gates of Zion well: On Salem's peaceful hill we raise A sacred temple to thy praise.
2 Here let the pilgrim find the road That leads the wandering soul to God; Here sorrow lift her tearful eye, Allured to brighter scenes on high; The weary spirit find repose, And at the cross forget her woes.
3 Our God, our fathers' God, we raise This sacred temple to thy praise; Here, safe beneath thy sheltering wing, Shall contrite souls their offerings bring, Till called to soar and join the song Which swells amid the heavenly throng.
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