Scripture Verse

How dreadful is this place! This is none other but the house of God. Genesis 28:17


John Wesley

Words: Ger­hard Ter­stee­gen, Geist­lich­es Blu­men­gärt­lein 1729 (Gott ist ge­gen­wär­tig). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by John Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems, 1739, alt.

Music: St. Jer­ome (Champ­neys) Fran­cis H. Cham­pneys, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1889 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Francis H. Champneys

Origin of the Hymn

When Ben­ja­min Clough, who ac­com­pan­ied Dr. Coke to In­dia, was with him in Lon­don, Coke said, My dear bro­ther, I am dead to all but In­dia.

Mr. Clough thought of the words about the first dis­ci­ples, They left all and fol­lowed Him. He be­gan to sing, Glad­ly the toys of earth we leave, and Coke joined him in that verse of self-sur­ren­der.

In the fol­low­ing May, when their ves­sel was in the In­dian Ocean, Mr. Clough knocked at his friend’s ca­bin, and found him lying life­less on the floor. He had left the toys of earth for­ev­er.

Telford, p. 358


Lo, God is here! let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place!
Let all within us feel His power,
And silent bow before His face.

Lo, God is here! Whom day and night
United choirs of angels sing;
To Him, enthroned above all height,
The hosts of Heaven their praises bring.

Gladly the toys of earth we leave,
Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone;
To Thee our will, soul, flesh, we give,
O take, O seal them for Thine own!

Disdain, not, Lord, our meaner song,
Who praise Thee with a faltering tongue.
To Thee may all our thoughts arise
A true and ceaseless sacrifice.

Being of beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill!
Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will.

In Thee we move. All things of Thee
Are full, Thou Source and Life of all;
Thou vast unfathomable sea!
Fall prostrate, lost in wonder fall.

As flowers their opening leaves display,
And glad drink in the solar fire,
So may we catch Thine every ray,
And thus Thy influence inspire.