1 Lo, God is here! Let us adore,
and own how dreadful is this place!
Let all within us feel his power,
and silent bow before his face;
who knows his power, his grace who prove,
serve him with awe, with reverence love.

2 Lo, God is here! Him day and night
rejoicing choirs of angels sing;
to him, enthroned above all height,
the host of heaven their praises bring:
disdain not, Lord, our meaner song,
who praise thee with a faltering tongue.

3 Beings of beings! May our praise
thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
still may we stand before thy face,
still hear and do thy sovereign will;
to thee may all our thoughts arise
a true and ceaseless sacrifice.