Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CLXIV (1816) Lyrics: 1 In sweet exalted strains
The King of glory praise;
O'er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days;
He with a nod the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
2 To earth he bends his throne;
His throne of grace divine;
Wide is his bounty known,
And wide his glories shine:
Fair Salem, still his chosen rest,
Is with his smiles and presence blest.
3 Then King of Glory, come
And with thy favour crown
This temple as thy dome,
This people as thy own;
Within this House, O deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.
4 Here, may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend
All fragrant to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread the joys of heav'n around.
5 Here may th'attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love,
And converts join the song
Of Seraphim above:
And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy and sweet accord.
6 Here, may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polish' stones,
Thro' long succeeding days;
Here, Lord, display thy saving power,
Whilst churches stand, and saints adore. Topics: Consecrating of a Church Languages: English
In sweet exalted strains