1 Lord of the families below!
To Thee our prayers we send;
Do Thou from danger and from woe
This dwelling-place defend.
2 Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest;
Here let Thy love abide!
Our every joy in Thee more blest,
Each sorrow sanctified.
3 May our petitions when we meet,
And every secret prayer,
Come up before Thy mercy-seat,
And find acceptance there.
4 Teach us, with hearts made one in love,
To do Thy pure commands;
And give us, in Thy time, above,
A house not made with hands.