Come to the house of prayer,
O ye afflicted, come!
The God of peace shall meet you there,
He makes that house His home.

Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.

Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall ye lift a holier song
In fairer courts above.

Ye young, before His throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts His praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.

Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who seest the tear of misery,
And hear’st the mourner’s call;

Up to Thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.