1 Open now thy gates of beauty,
Zion, let me enter there,
where my soul in joyful duty
waits for God who answers prayer;
O how blessed is this place,
filled with solace, light, and grace.
2 Gracious God, I come before thee;
come thou also unto me;
where we find thee and adore thee,
there a heaven on earth must be;
to my heart O enter thou;
let it be thy temple now.
3 Speak, O Lord, 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 life the fountain flows;
here is balm for all our woes.
Source: Glory to God: the Presbyterian Hymnal #403
|First Line:||Open now Thy gates of beauty, Zion, let me enter there|
|Title:||Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty|
|German Title:||Thut mir auf die schöne Pforte|
|Author:||Benjamin Schmolck (1704)|