- Thy courts, O Lord, a hallowed place, Wherein to sing Thy praise,
And render forth in worship strong A thousand voices raise.
Thy truths are bread for hungry souls, Thy waters quench our thirst,
And by Thy mercies and Thy grace, Our wounded spirits nursed. - Ancient of days, our source of life, Beginning and the End,
And at Thy throne, O King of Heav’n, Cause hearts to bow and bend.
You rule and reign in majesty, Man moves at Thy command.
Thou liftest up the fallen ones, By Thy outstretched hand. - We come into Thy presence, Lord, With cheerful hearts to bring,
All of our gifts and all our praise That from our lips may spring.
Our dwelling place shall always be Around Thy glorious throne,
Oh, nevermore from Thee to wander, Nevermore to roam.
