Lord of hosts, how lovely, fair,
E'en on earth thy temples are:
Here thy waiting people see
Much of heaven and much of thee.

2 From thy gracious presence flows,
Bliss that softens all our woes;
While thy spirit's holy fire
Warms our hearts with pure desire.

3 Here we supplicate thy throne,
Here thy mak'st thy glories known:
Here we learn thy righteous ways,
Taste thy love, and sing thy praise.

4 Thus with festive songs of joy
We our happy lives employ:
Love, and long to love thee more,
'Till from earth to heaven we soar.