GREAT King of Zion, now Display Thy matchless grace; In love the heavens bow, With glory fill this place: Beneath this roof, O deign to show How God doth dwell with man below.
Here may Thine ears attend Our interceding cries, And grateful praise ascend All fragrant to the skies: Here may Thy Word melodious sound, To spread celestial joys around.
Here may the attentive throng Imbibe Thy Truth and love, And converts join the song Of seraphim above; May willing crowds thus own their Lord, In sacred joy and sweet accord.
Here may our future sons And daughters sing Thy praise, And shine like polished stones Through long succeeding days; Here, Lord, display Thy saving power Until the last triumphant hour.
Benjamin Francis, 1734-99