How sweet and awe-some is the place
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.
Pity the nations, O our God!
Constrain the earth to come;
Send Thy victorious Word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
We long to see Thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart and soul,
Sing Thy redeeming grace.
by Issac Watts