1 In sweet exalted strains,
The King of Glory praise:
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days;
He with a nod the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
2 To earth he bends his throne,
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known
And wide his glories shine.
Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.
3 Then King of glory! come;
And with thy favour crown
This temple as thy dome,
This people as thy own.
Within this house O deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.
4 Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend
All fragrant to the skies.
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread the joys of heav'n around.
5 Here may th' attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of Seraphim above;
And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy and sweet accord.
6 In peace, here may our sons
And daughters sound thy praise;
and shine like polish'd stones,
Though long succeeding days.
Here Lord! display thy saving pow'r,
While churches stand and saints adore.
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First Line: | In sweet exalted strains |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Particular Occasions and Circumstances: For a Congregation |