1 God, your glorious presence
draws us to adore you,
and with awe appear before you.
In your holy temple
all keep mystic silence,
prostrate lie with deepest reverence.
God we own,
you our God and Saviour:
praise your name for ever.
2 In God's glorious presence
hear the harps resounding!
See the hosts the throne surrounding!
"Holy, holy, holy,"
hear the hymn ascending,
angels, saints, their voices blending!
Bow your ear
to us here:
hear, O Christ, the praises
that your church now raises.
3 Fount of every blessing,
purify my spirit,
trusting only in your merit.
Like the holy angels
who behold your splendour,
may I ceaseless worship render.
Let your will
rule your church terrestrial,
as the hosts celestial.
|First Line:||God, your glorious presence|
|Title:||God, Your Glorious Presence|
|Translator:||John Miller (1756-1810)|
|Translator:||William Mercer (1811-1873) (alt.)|
|Translator:||Frederick William Foster (1760-1835)|
|Author:||Gerhard Tersteegen (1697-1769)|
|Meter:||668D 33 66|
|Copyright:||This text may still be under copyright because it was published in 1998.|