Come, im­mor­tal Lord of Glad­ness!
From th’im­mea­sur­able height,
Scatter all our sin and sad­ness,
Move up­on our hearts in light!
All per­vad­ing God, whose love
Joins us here with those ab­ove;
Make us now Thy new cre­ation,
Sanctify this con­gre­ga­tion.

Come and bring with Thee Thy trea­sure!
Love and meek­ness, joy and peace,
Gentleness that knows no mea­sure,
Truths that cum­bered hearts re­lease.
Purity and faith in right,
Thirst for ho­li­ness and light,
Hear our contrite supplication,
Arm for life this con­gre­ga­tion.

Come, ab­ide in us for­ev­er;
Build Thy ci­ty in our heart
On Thy right­eous­ness, and ne­ver
From its ci­ta­del de­part.
Fill us with Thy ho­ly awe,
Make us pro­phets of Thy law,
Worthy of our high vo­ca­tion,
In the world’s great con­gre­g­ation.

In the stress of life’s temp­ta­tions
Be our com­fort, strong to save;
When we die, be Thou our pa­tience,
When we’re bu­ried, be our grave!
Then, our re­sur­rect­ion be,
To Thy per­fect har­mo­ny:
There to ful­fill all sal­va­tion
With th’im­mor­tal con­gre­ga­tion.