O Thou, whom all Thy saints adore,
We now with all Thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful majesty.
We come, great God, to seek Thy face,
And for Thy loving-kindness wait,
And O how dreadful is this place!
‘Tis God’s own house, ‘tis heaven’s gate!
Tremble our hearts to find Thee nigh,
To Thee our trembling hearts aspire;
And lo! We see descend from high
The pillar and the flame of fire.
Still let it on the assembly stay,
And all this house with glory fill;
To Canaan’s bounds point out the way,
And lead us to Thy holy hill.
There let us all with Jesus stand,Charles Wesley
And join the general Church above;
And take our seats at Thy right hand,
And sing Thine everlasting love.
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #10.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018