1 Lord bless thy saints assembled here
In solemn cov'nant now to join,
Unite them in thy holy fear,
And in thy love their hearts combine.

2 May they thy living members prove,
Tho' all by nature once were dead;
Be thou their Lord, their live, their love
Their husband, and their living head.

3 Thus constituted may they be,
Part of thy gen'ral church below,
Yet independant, but on thee,
For thou alone their wants can know.

4 O give this church a large increase,
Of such as thou wilt own and bless;
Lord fill their gates with joy and peace,
And cloathe them with thy right'ousness.

5 Make her a garden wall'd with grace,
A temple built for God below;
Where thy blest saints may see thy face;
And fruits of thy bless'd spirit grow.