And unto Thee our service dedicate.

As through Thy temple now the deep strains peal

And choral minstrelsy is heard to swell,

Devotion wakes within us, and we feel

All that the psalmist hath expressed so well;

Be it no transient feeling that within

The bosom stirs, and turns the soul to Thee;

Guard us, and save us from besetting sin;

Make us Thine own to all eternity!

Egone.