Oliver Holden - Miami - текст песни (слова)

Great Father of mankind,
 We bless that wondrous grace
 Which could for Gentiles find
 Within Thy courts a place.
 How kind the care Our God displays,
 For us to raise A house of prayer!
 
 Though once estranged far,
 We now approach the throne;
 For Jesus brings us near,
 And makes our cause His own:
 Strangers no more, To Thee we come,
 And find our home, And rest secure.
 
 To Thee our souls we join,
 And love Thy sacred Name;
 No more our own, but Thine,
 We triumph in Thy claim.
 Our Father-King, Thy covenant grace
 Our souls embrace, Thy titles sing.
 
 May all the nations throng
 To worship in Thy house;
 And Thou attend the song,
 And smile upon their vows;
 Indulgent still, Till earth conspire
 To join the choir On Zion's hill.