In the Lord’s House the ready Levites stand,
Each instrument attuned, to practiced hand,
The Lute, and Harp of many a sounding string,
Placed in the Temple by the Minstrel King.
In silence waits that bright imposing throng,
Not yet the moment for the solemn song;
The Altar, soon the Holocaust (burnt offering), must fill,
Till then, O band of Harmony, be still.
But now, the Monarch gives the appointed sign,
Ye priests advance (we are priests) advance you white robed line;
Awake! awake! to bless that wondrous Name,
Whose savor went to God in leaping flame!
Then as the purple clouds arise aloft!
Each chord vibrates and thrills, each flute breathes soft,
And swiftly rush the ascending tongues of fire,
To the sweet strains of the Melodious Choir.
The priestly trumpets sound triumphant notes!
While in the air the chant of glory floats!
Higher and higher yet, and past the skies!
Into God’s heart, in very heaven they rise!
The never ending Anthem, while it rolls,
Still finds its echo in our inmost souls
Lord Jesus Christ, we will adore Thy Name,
Whose savor went to God in leaping flame.
The sweet perfume of the devoted Love!
Delights God’s heart, in highest heavens above!
As ages pass no note of praise is lost,
Changeless the value of the Holocaust!