| Song | O Lord Of Hosts Whose Glory Fills |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | O Lord Of Hosts Whose Glory Fills |
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O Lord Of Hosts Whose Glory Fills
The Bounds Of The Eternal Hills,
And Yet Vouchsafes In Christian Lands
To Dwell In Temples Made With Hands;
Grant That All We, Who Here To-Day
Rejoicing This Foundation Lay,
May Be In Very Deed Thine Own,
Built On The Precious Corner-Stone.
Endue The Creatures With Thy Grace,
That Shall Adorn Thy Dwelling-Place;
The Beauty Of The Oak And Pine,
The Gold And Silver, Make Them Thine.
To Thee They All Pertain; To Thee
The Treasures Of The Earth And Sea;
And When We Bring Them To Thy Throne
We But Present Thee With Thine Own.
The Heads That Guide Endue With Skill;
The Hands That Work Preserve From Ill;
That We Who These Foundations Lay
May Raise The Topstone In Its Day.
Both Now And Ever, Lord, Protect
The Temple Of Thine Own Elect;
Be Thou In Them, And They In Thee,
O Ever-Blessed Trinity!
