1 The God we worship now, Will guide us till we die, Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. 2 How decent and how wise! How glorious to behold, Beyond the pomp that charms the eye, And rites adorned with gold. 3 Far as Thy name is known, The world declares Thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before Thy throne Their songs of honor raise.