Lord of the families below!
To Thee our prayers we send;
Do Thou from danger and from woe
This dwelling-place defend.

Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;
Here let Thy love abide!
Our every joy in Thee more blest,
Each sorrow sanctified.

May our petitions when we meet,
And every secret prayer,
Come up before Thy mercy-seat,
And find acceptance there.

Teach us, with hearts made one in love,
To do Thy pure commands;
And give us, in Thy time, above,
A house not made with hands.

Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #504