A Song of the Temple

Verse 1

In Thy tabernacle, Lord, I offer Sacrifice of psalmody and song— Thine uncounted mercies there recalling, Praising Thee with music sweet and strong.

Verse 2

With a marvellous, a mighty gladness, For the love of Christ is shed abroad In the soul that is His holy temple, And she singeth therefore unto God.

Verse 3

She ascends aloft to join the singing, Heard afar from God’s Jerusalem— Blessed music of the saints she heareth, And adoring singeth she with them.

Verse 4

None can know though skilled in learning ancient, What the sweetness of that song may be; Till he know the glory and the gladness, There the blessed Face of God to see.

Verse 5

Lord, to Thee my heart is ever yearning, In this absence seeking still Thy Face; Blessed hour when I shall find!—adoring In the glory of Thy holy place!