"Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty"
	B. Schmolk, 1737; C. Winkworth, tr., 1862
	Text from: EVANGELICAL LUTHERAN HYMN-BOOK
	(St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1912), pp. 3-4.
	
	5
	8, 7
	
	OPEN now Thy gates of beauty,
	Zion, let me enter there,
	Where my soul in joyful duty,
	Waits for Him who answers pray'r;
	Oh, how blessed is this place,
	Filled with solace, light and grace.
	
	2.  Yes, my God, I come before Thee,
	Come Thou also down to me;
	Where we find Thee and adore Thee,
	There a heaven on earth must be,
	To my heart, oh, enter Thou,
	Let it be Thy temple now.
	
	3.  Here Thy praise is gladly chanted,
	Here Thy seed is duly sown;
	Let my soul, where it is planted,
	Bring forth precious sheaves alone,
	So that all I hear may be
	Fruitful unto life in me.
	
	4.  Thou my faith increase and quicken,
	Let me keep Thy gift divine,
	Howsoe'er temptations thicken;
	May Thy Word still o'er me shine,
	As my pole-star through my life,
	As my comfort in my strife.
	
	5.  Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee,
	Let Thy will be done indeed;
	May I undisturbed draw near Thee
	Whilst Thou dost Thy people feed.
	Here of life the fountain flows,
	Here is balm for all our woes.
	
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	This text was converted to text format for Project Wittenberg 
	by Christopher M. Fincher and is in the public domain. You may
	freely distribute, copy or print this text. Please direct any 
	comments or suggestions to:
	 
	Rev. Robert E. Smith, Concordia	Theological Seminary.
	E-mail: CFWLibrary@CRF.CUIS.EDU
	Surface Mail: 6600 N. Clinton St., Ft. Wayne, IN 46825 USA
	Phone: (260) 452-3149  Fax: (260) 452-2126
	______________________________________________________________
	
	"Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty"
	B. Schmolk, 1737; C. Winkworth, tr., 1862
	Text from: EVANGELICAL LUTHERAN HYMN-BOOK
	(St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1912), pp. 3-4.
	
	5
	8, 7
	
	OPEN now Thy gates of beauty,
	Zion, let me enter there,
	Where my soul in joyful duty,
	Waits for Him who answers pray'r;
	Oh, how blessed is this place,
	Filled with solace, light and grace.
	
	2.  Yes, my God, I come before Thee,
	Come Thou also down to me;
	Where we find Thee and adore Thee,
	There a heaven on earth must be,
	To my heart, oh, enter Thou,
	Let it be Thy temple now.
	
	3.  Here Thy praise is gladly chanted,
	Here Thy seed is duly sown;
	Let my soul, where it is planted,
	Bring forth precious sheaves alone,
	So that all I hear may be
	Fruitful unto life in me.
	
	4.  Thou my faith increase and quicken,
	Let me keep Thy gift divine,
	Howsoe'er temptations thicken;
	May Thy Word still o'er me shine,
	As my pole-star through my life,
	As my comfort in my strife.
	
	5.  Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee,
	Let Thy will be done indeed;
	May I undisturbed draw near Thee
	Whilst Thou dost Thy people feed.
	Here of life the fountain flows,
	Here is balm for all our woes.
	
	______________________________________________________________
	
	This text was converted to text format for Project Wittenberg 
	by Christopher M. Fincher and is in the public domain. You may
	freely distribute, copy or print this text. Please direct any 
	comments or suggestions to:
	 
	Rev. Robert E. Smith, Concordia	Theological Seminary.
	E-mail: CFWLibrary@CRF.CUIS.EDU
	Surface Mail: 6600 N. Clinton St., Ft. Wayne, IN 46825 USA
	Phone: (260) 452-3149  Fax: (260) 452-2126
	______________________________________________________________