1 Praise the Lord that He has built
Here on earth a sanctuary,
Where the soul, oppressed by guilt,
Safe beneath His wings may tarry,
While His mercy, love, and grace
All its guilty stains efface.
2 Built upon the rock it stands
Firmly through the passing ages,
Heeding not the world's demands,
Nor the storm that round it rages,
But to souls with cares replete
It remains a blest retreat.
3 There the wounded hearts are healed
Grace to yearning souls imparted,
Light to sightless eyes revealed,
Strength renewed in feeble-hearted,
So that souls, from weakness prone,
Grow like trees in Lebanon.
4 Send us, Lord, Thy heav'nly dove,
Open wide Thy living fountain,
Deck Thine altar with Thy love,
Teach us from Thy holy mountain,
Shield us all beneath Thy wing
Till, at home, Thy praise we sing.
Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #88
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|American Lutheran Hymnal #88||Praise The Lord That He Has Built||Praise the Lord that He has built||HARTMANN||J. C. Aaberg||7 8 7 8 7 7||1930||The Means of Grace | The Christian Church|
|Hymnal for Church and Home #144||Praise The Lord That He Has Built||Praise the Lord that He has built||[Praise the Lord that He has built]||J. C. Aaberg||7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 7.||1927||The Church ||
|Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #144||Praise The Lord That He Has Built||Praise the Lord that He has built||[Praise the Lord that He has built]||J. C. Aaberg||7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 7.||1928||The Church ||