1 Lo, God is here; let us adore,
and own how dreadful is this place;
let all within us feel His pow'r,
and humbly bow before His face.
Who knows His pow'r, His grace who proves,
serve Him with awe, with rev'rence love.

2 Lo, God is here, whom day and night
united choirs of angels praise;
to Him, enthroned above all height,
the host of heav'n their anthems raise.
Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song,
who praise Thee with a stamm'ring tongue.

3 Almighty Father, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
still may we stand before Thy face,
still hear and do Thy sov'reign will.
To God whom earth and heav'n adore,
be praise and glory evermore.