O Lord of hosts, we seek to raise,
Houses of wor­ship, to Thy praise;
Wilt Thou Thy peo­ple’s hearts pre­pare,
Who meet this day for praise and pray­er?

And Lord, let liv­ing souls be fed,
On this glad day, with hea­ven­ly bread;
That they in hope of glo­ries blessed,
May hence pre­pare, Thee, earth­ly rest.

That ev­ery­where, through­out the land,
There may to Thee a tem­ple stand,
That there pro­claimed, Thy mer­cy sure,
Shall stand, while time and man en­dure.

Jehovah, here our hearts in­spire,
Baptize our souls with hal­lowed fire;
Bless Thou Thy peo­ple’s work for good,
And fill Thy poor with heav’n­ly food.

That songs tri­umph­ant—earth and sky,
May joy­ful to the sound re­ply;
And hal­le­lu­jahs hence as­cend,
With pray­er and praise, ’till time shall end.