O Thou whose hand hath brought us

Unto this joyful day,

Accept our glad thanksgiving,

And listen as we pray;

And may our preparation

For this day’s service be

With one accord to offer

Ourselves, O Lord, to Thee.

For this new house we praise Thee,

Reared at Thine own command,

For every gen’rous bosom,

And every willing hand;

And now within Thy temple

Thy glory let us see,

For all its strength and beauty

Are nothing without Thee.

And oft as here we gather,

And hearts in worship bland,

May truth reveal its power,

And fervent pray’r ascend;

Here may the busy toiler

Rise to the things above,

The young, the old, be strengthen’d,

And all men learn Thy love.

And as the years roll onward,

And strong affections twine,

And tender mem’ries gather

About this sacred shrine,

May this its chiefest honour,

Its glory, ever be,

That multitudes within it

Have found their way to Thee.

Lord Cod, our fathers’ helper,

Our joy, and hope, and stay,

Grant now a gracious earnest

Of many a coming day

Our yearning hearts Thou knowest;

We wait before Thy throne:

O come, and by Thy presence

Make this new house Thine own.