1 The Church above forever rings
With praises of the King of kings;
Forever there, on harps divine,
Thy hymn th' eternal One in Trine;
We here below the strain prolong,
And faintly echo Zion's song.

2 O Lord of Lords invisible!
With Thy pure light this temple fill,
And hither, when invoked, descend;
Here to Thy people's prayer attend:
Here, in their hearts forevermore,
The Spirit's quick'ning graces pour.

3 Here may the faithful, day by day,
In humble adoration pray;
And here receive from Thy dear love
The blessings of that home above,
Till, loosened from this mortal chain,
Its everlasting joys they gain.