Words: , 1824; this hymn was writ­ten for the open­ing of the In­de­pend­ent Con­gre­ga­tion­al Church in Bar­ton Square, Sa­lem, Mass­a­chu­setts, De­cem­ber 7, 1824.

Music: Walt­ham (Cal­kin), , 1872. Al­ter­nate tune:

  • Mainzer, , cir­ca 1845

O Thou, to Whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrews bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue.

Not now in Zion’s height alone
The favored worshiper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch’s well.

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

O Thou to Whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,
To Thee at last in every clime,
Shall temples rise and praise be sung.