Lift the Strain of High Thanksgiving

 

VERSE 1

Lift the strain of high thanksgiving!

Tread with songs the hallowed way!

Praise our fathers’ God for mercies

New to us their sons today:

Here they built for Him a dwelling,

Served Him here in ages past,

Fixed it for His sure possession,

Holy ground, while time shall last.

 

VERSE 2

When the years had wrought their changes,

He, our own unchanging God,

Thought on this His habitation,

Looked on His decayed abode;

Heard our prayers, and helped our counsels,

Blessed the silver and the gold,

Till once more His house is standing

Firm and stately as of old.

 

VERSE 3

Entering then Thy gates with praises,

Lord, be ours Thine Israel’s prayer:

“Rise into Thy place of resting,

Show Thy promised presence there!”

Let the gracious Word be spoken

Here, as once on Sion’s height,

“This shall be My rest forever,

This my dwelling of delight.”

 

VERSE 4

Fill this latter house with glory

Greater than the former knew;

Clothe with righteousness the priesthood,

Guide its choir to reverence true;

Let Thy Holy One’s anointing

Here its sevenfold blessings shed;

Spread for us the heavenly banquet,

Satisfy Thy poor with bread.

 

VERSE 5

Praise to Thee, almighty Father,

Praise to Thee, eternal Son,

Praise to Thee, all quickening Spirit,

Ever blessed Three in One;

Threefold power and grace and wisdom,

Molding out of sinful clay

Living stones for that true temple

Which shall never know decay.

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