1 God himself is with us: Let us now adore him, And with awe appear before him. God is in his temple—- All within keep silence, Prostrate lie with deepest rev'rence. Him alone God we own, Him, our God and Saviour; Praise his Name for ever. 2 God himself is with us: Hear the harps resounding! See the crowds the throne surrounding! "Holy, Holy, Holy"—- Hear the hymn ascending, Angels, saints, their voices blending! Bow thine ear To us here: Hear, O Christ, the praises That thy church now raises. 3 O thou fount of blessing, Purify my spirit; Trusting only in thy merit, Like the holy angels Who behold thy glory, May I ceaselessly adore thee, And in all, Great and small, Seek to do most nearly What thou lovest dearly.