2 Grant that all Thy faithful people 3 Bright be here Jehovah's altar Held in holy veneration, Rich with many an offering; Ever hallowed, ever quiet, Ever dear to God, its king. 4 Here our souls, as Thy true altars, That Thy gifts sent down from heaven, 132 8s. 7L. Ludv. M. Lindeman, 1812-87 b3 4 Built on the Rock the Church doth stand, E-ven when steeples are fall 2 Surely in temples made with hands, 3 We are God's house of living stones, Builded for His habitation; He through baptismal grace us owns Heirs of His wondrous salvation; Were we but two His name to tell, Yet He would deign with us to dwell, With all His grace and His favor. 4 Now we may gather with our King; E'en in the lowliest dwelling; Praises to Him we there may bring, His wondrous mercy forth telling; Jesus His grace to us accords, Spirit and life are all His words, His truth doth hallow the temple. 5 Still we our earthly temples rear, That we may herald His praises; They are the homes where He draws And little children embraces; [near Beautiful things in them are said, God there with us His cov'nant made, Making us heirs of His kingdom. 133 L. M. 6 Here stands the font before our eyes And what His table doth give us; 7 Grant then, O God, where'er men roam, Where He His message is bringing: I know mine own, mine own know me, N. F. S. Grundtvig, 1837 German, 1539 ter-nal God, We build this earthly house for Thee; O choose it for Thy fixed a - bode, And guard it from all error free. 2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face, 4 When children's voices raise the song, O Truth unchanged, un - chang-ing, O Light of our dark sky; We praise Thee for the ra-diance That from the hal-lowed page, E A lamp un to our foot-steps, Shines on from age to age. 2 The Church from her dear Master Received the gift divine, And still that light she lifteth O'er all the earth to shine. It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored; It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Christ, the living Word. 3 It floateth like a banner 4 O make Thy Church, dear Savior, 135 C. M. ま W. W. How, 1867 W. H. Havergal, 1846 ther of mercies, in Thy word What end-less glo - ry 2 Here may the blind and hungry come, Here shall the lowliest guest have room, 3 Here springs of consolation rise 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 5 O may these heavenly pages be And still new beauties may I see, 6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord! Teach me to love Thy sacred word, And view my Savior there! Anne Steele, 1760 shines! tial lines. |