Words: Frances S. Osgood, The Snow-Drop (Providence, Rhode Island: Hiram Fuller, 1842), pages 49–50.
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!
This final verse may be used with tunes of 65.65 meter:
by the still waters
And through the green shade,
With Zion’s glad daughters,
Thy paths shall be made.