1 In the temple where our fathers
Rendered praise to Thee, O Lord,
Now Thy flock for worship gathers,
Hung'ring for Thy precious Word,
By Thy guidance and Thy grace
Drawn unto this holy place
Where the heav'nly bread is tendered,
And true life in Christ engendered.

2 Not the peace of false assurance
In Thy house, O Father, dwells;
There the strength for our endurance
From Thy sacred altar wells.
To thy presence we draw night,
Grant us power from on high;
With Thy sword and helmet arm us,
That no worldly foes alarm us.

3 Let Thy Church, O heavenly Father,
Be to us the open way
To that temple where we gather
Round Thy throne some blessèd day.
Gentle Shepherd, as of old,
Feed us, tend us, in Thy fold,
And at last Thy flock deliver,
In Thy heaven to dwell forever.

Amen.