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.