Thy blessings shall our labours crown ; And when our work is o'er, Here we shall worship and fall down Before Thee, and adore. Our children, too, Thy holy word Shall hear with awe and love; Here shall the sacred song be heard, Ascend to Thee above. For Thee, within the city's round, While lofty temples rise, The lowliest place where truth is found Is sacred in thine eyes. Though shrines are for thy service given That all may join in prayer; Thy footstool earth-Thy throne is heaven, Thy presence everywhere. A while we sojourn on the earth, Our offerings all are nothing worth; We trust in Thee alone. The want of all we wish to give Our pure heart-worship keep alive, And raise our thoughts on high. |