O Lord of Hosts, Whose Glory Fills

Verse 1

O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
The bounds of the eternal hills,
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands,
To dwell in temples made with hands;

Verse 2

Grant that all we, who here to-day
Rejoicing this foundation lay,
May be in very deed Thine own,
Built on the precious Corner-stone.

Verse 3

Endue the creatures with Thy grace
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place;
The beauty of the oak and pine,
The gold and silver, make them Thine.

Verse 4

To Thee they all belong; to Thee
The treasures of the earth and sea;
And when we bring them to Thy Throne
We but present Thee with Thine own.

Verse 5

Endue the hearts that guide with skill,
Preserve the hands that work from ill;
That we, who these foundations lay,
May raise the top-stone in its day.

Verse 6

Both now and ever, Lord, protect
The temple of Thine own elect;
Be Thou in them, and they in Thee,
O ever-blessed Trinity.