412 O Lord, how joyful 'tis to see

1 O Lord, how joyful 'tis to see The brethren join in love to Thee; On Thee alone their heart relies, Their only strength Thy grace supplies. 2 How sweet within Thy holy place With one accord to sing Thy grace, Besieging Thine attentive ear With all the force of fervent prayer! 3 O may we love the house of God, Of peace and joy the blest abode; O may no angry strife destroy That sacred peace, that holy joy. 4 The world without may rage, but we Will only cling more close to Thee, With hearts to Thee more wholly given, More weaned from earth, more fixed on heaven. 5 Lord, shower upon us from above The sacred gift of mutual love; Each other's wants may we supply, And reign together in the sky.