1 Come to the house of prayer, O ye afflicted, come! The God of peace shall meet you there, He makes that house His home.
2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise, In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come, For ye have felt His love; Soon shall ye lift a holier song In fairer courts above.
4 Ye young, before His throne, Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts His praise disown, Who gives the power to praise.
5 Thou, whose benignant eye In mercy looks on all; Who seest the tear of misery, And hear'st the mourner's call;
6 Up to Thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, And heaven on earth be won.