O Thou Who dwell�st on
high,
�Mid burning seraphs
bright,
Pavilioned in the azure
sky,
Robed with celestial
light:
Permit us to draw near,
And worship and adore;
Redeemed from sin and
guilt and fear,
Thy blessing we
implore.
Thou high
and holy Lord,
Before Whom seraphs
fall
With faces veiled and
spirits awed,
And Thee thrice holy
call:
We fall before Thy
feet,
Unworthy to draw near,
E�en though before Thy
mercy seat
Thou call�st us to
appear.
Hear Thou the prayer
we bring;
Regard Thy children�s
need;
Accept the hymns of
praise we sing,
And to our vows give
heed.
We seek Thee in Thy
Son,
Who died our souls to
save�
The crucified but risen
One,
Triumphant o�er the
grave.
Through Him, our
great High Priest
Before the heav�nly
throne,
We seek redemption�s
power and peace�
Peace to the world
unknown;
Seeking, we find Thee
near
To bless with every
grace
And make us meet, when
Thou appear,
To see Thee face to
face.
