Approach not the al­tar with gloom in thy soul,
Nor let thy feet fal­ter from ter­ror’s con­trol!
God loves not the sad­ness of fear and mis­trust;
Oh! serve Him with glad­ness, the Gen­tle, the Just!

His boun­ty is ten­der, His be­ing is love,
His smile fills with splen­dor the blue arch above!
Confiding, be­liev­ing, oh! en­ter al­ways
His courts with thanks­giv­ing,
His por­tals with praise!

Nor come to the tem­ple with pride in thy mien;
But low­ly and sim­ple in cour­age se­rene,
Bring meek­ly be­fore Him the faith of a child,
Bow down and ad­ore Him with heart un­de­filed!