1 For Thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, Thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 Thou, Who to every humble prayer
Dost always bend Thy listening ear,
To Thee shall all mankind repair,
An at Thy gracious throne appear.
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop Thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst Thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
4 Bless'd is the man who, near Thee placed,
Within Thy sacred dwelling lives!
'T is there abundantly we taste
The vast delights Thy temple gives.
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First Line: | For Thee, O God, our constant praise |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Praise |