And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
3Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
4Here be thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy spirit hung,