Preparing temples for their Lord’s high service to begin.
Oh yes, I trust, a fount of light and life they have unsealed
To many a thirsting, fainting soul, a Saviour’s love revealed;
Have taught “that in his service there is perfect freedom” still,
That ’tis the highest bliss of Heaven to do his sovereign will,
And if a humble suppliant may bow before Thy throne,
My Father! and a blessing ask on hearts to her unknown,
Oh! grant for them “the lines may fall in pleasant places” here,
“Beside still waters” bid them rest, and feel that Thou art near.
Thou hast Thyself declared, that great their recompense shall be,