LORD, in this blest and hallowed hour

Here would I find a calm retreat, From vain distractions, near Thy feet, And, borne above all earthly care, Be joyful in Thy house of prayer.

Or let me through the opening skies Catch one bright glimpse of paradise, And realise, with raptured awe, The vision dying Stephen saw.

But if unworthy of such joy, Still shall Thy love my heart employ, For of Thy favoured children’s fare ’Tis bliss the very crumbs to share.

Yet never can my soul be fed With less than Thee, the living Bread; Thyself unto my soul impart, And with Thy presence fill my heart.