Classic Poem

O THOU whose glory fills the sky,
Exalted be Thy praise!
Let all below, let all on high,
To Thee hosannas raise.

Light of the world, and Joy of all
The saints around the throne,
While they, in holy reverence, fall,
And worship Thee alone,—

Accepted at the throne of grace,
Oh, may our praise ascend;
And unto us reveal Thy face,
While at Thy feet we bend.

Contrite and humble hearts, O God,
We fain would bring to Thee,
And, like the saints in Thine abode,
Serve Thee in purity.

Spirit of God! with gracious power
In Zion's courts appear,
And make it known, this sacred hour,
That Zion's God is here.