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 reverence.
Him alone God we own, Him our God and Savior;
Praise His Name forever.

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.

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.

God is in His temple, the almighty Father!
Round His footstool let us gather;
Him with adoration, serve the Lord most holy,
Who hath mercy on the lowly.
Let us raise hymns of praise for His great salvation;
God is in His temple!

Christ comes to His temple; we, His Word receiving,
Are made happy in believing.
Lo! from sin delivered, He hath turned our sadness,
Our deep gloom to light and gladness!
Let us raise hymns of praise, for our bonds are severed;
Christ comes to His temple!

Come and claim Thy temple, gracious Holy Spirit!
In our hearts Thy home inherit;
Make in us Thy dwelling, Thy high work fulfilling,
Into ours Thy will instilling;
Till we raise hymns of praise, beyond mortal telling,
In the eternal temple!