1 Open now thy gates of beauty;
Zion, let me enter there,
where my soul in joyful duty
waits for him who answers prayer;
O how blessed is this place,
filled with solace, light, and grace!
2 Here, my God, I come before thee,
come thou also down to me;
where we find thee and adore thee,
there a heav'n on earth must be;
to my heart O enter thou,
let it be thy temple now!
3 Here thy praise is gladly chanted;
here thy seed is duly sown;
let my soul, where it is planted,
bring forth precious sheaves alone,
so that all I hear may be
fruitful unto life in me.
4 Thou my faith increase and quicken;
let me keep thy gift divine;
howsoe'er temptations thicken,
may thy word still o'er me shine
ss my guiding star through life,
as my comfort in all strife.
5 Speak, O God, and I will hear thee;
let thy will be done indeed;
may I undisturbed draw near thee
while thou dost thy people feed;
here of live the fountain flows;
here is balm for all our woes.
|First Line:||Open now thy gates of beauty|
|Title:||Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty|
|Author:||Benjamin Schmolck (1732)|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1863)|
|Topic:||Beginning of Worship; Hymns with Descants|
|Source:||Thut mir auf die schöne Pforte|
|Composer:||Joachim Neander (1680)|
|Composer (desc.):||John Dykes Bower|
|Copyright:||Descant used by permission of Hymns Ancient & Modern, UK|