Lyrics
1 GREAT God, thy watchful care we bless,
Which guards these sacred courts in peace;
Nor dare tumultuous foes invade,
To fill thy worshippers with dread.
2 These walls we to thy honour raise,
Long may they echo to thy praise!
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest tokens of thy grace.
3 And in the great decisive day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
That crowds were born to glory here.