Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne

1 Come, Jesus, from the sapphire throne,
Where Thy redeem'd behold Thy face,
Enter this temple, now Thine own,
And let Thy glory fill the place.

2 We praise Thee that to-day we see
Its sacred walls before Thee stand;
'Tis Thine for us: 'tis ours for Thee;
Reared by Thy kind assisting hand.

3 Oft as returns the day of rest,
Let heartfelt worship here ascend;
With Thine own joy fill every breast,
With Thine own power Thy word attend.

4 Here in the dark and sorrowing day,
Bid Thou the throbbing heart be still;
Oh, wipe the mourner's tears away,
And give new strength to meet Thy will.

5 When at Thine Altar we shall meet,
And keep the feast of dying love,
Be our communion ever sweet
With Thee, and with Thy Church above.