Thy Presence Here

1God of the universe, to Thee These sacred walls we rear;
And now, with songs and bended knee,
Invoke Thy presence here.

2When sad with care, by sin oppressed,
Here may the burdened soul Beneath Thy shelt'ring wing find rest;
Here make the wounded whole.

3And when the last long Sabbath morn Upon the just shall rise,
May all who own Thee here, be borne To mansions in the skies.