O wor­ship the Lord
In the beau­ty of ho­li­ness!
Bow down be­fore Him, His glo­ry pro­claim;
With gold of obe­di­ence,
And in­cense of low­li­ness,
Kneel and ad­ore Him: the Lord is His name!

Low at His feet lay
Thy bur­den of care­ful­ness,
High on His heart He will bear it for thee,
And com­fort thy sor­rows,
And an­swer thy pray­er­ful­ness,
Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.

Fear not to en­ter
His courts in the slen­der­ness
Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine;
For truth in its beau­ty,
And love in its ten­der­ness,
These are the of­fer­ings to lay on His shrine.

These, though we bring them
In trem­bling and fear­ful­ness,
He will ac­cept for the name that is dear;
Mornings of joy give
For ev­en­ings of tear­ful­ness,
Trust for our trem­bling and hope for our fear.

O wor­ship the Lord
In the beau­ty of ho­li­ness!
Bow down be­fore Him, His glo­ry pro­claim;
With gold of obe­di­ence,
And in­cense of low­li­ness,
Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His name!