As incense, let thy children’s prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,
On wings of light, o’er Jordan’s wave.
5 And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion’s flame