Full Lyrics
In sweet exalted strains
The king of glory praise;
O'er heav'n and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days:
He with a nod the world controls,
Sustains or sinks the distant poles.
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.
Then, king of glory, come,
And with thy favour crown
This temple as thy dome,
This people as thine own:
Beneath this roof, O deign to show,
How God can dwell with men below.
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 celestial joys around.
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.
Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polish'd stones,
Through long succeeding days;
Here, Lord, display thy saving pow'r,
While temples stand and men adore.
