The Lord is in His Holy house
Oh Grace beyond describing,
That Christ in me should please to dwell—-
“My soul doth magnify the Lord”
I sing with lowly Mary
That God should choose to enter in
This humble sanctuary.
Not now in little Bethlehem
As in the tender story,
Not now upon a mercy seat,
The bright Shekinah glory,
But in the body of His saint
He maketh His residing,
Both He in me and I in Him
In fellowship abiding.
Within my heart a burning bush,
Within, a mountain smoking:
This flesh of mine a temple veil,
The wondrous Presence cloaking;
Within this broken earthenware
A high and holy treasure:
Oh, mystery of mysteries!!
Oh, grace beyond all measure!!!
“The Lord is in His Holy house”
I feel His presence here within
And offer my oblation.
Keep burning, incense of my soul!
Keep cleansing me, O Laver!
I want to serve and praise my God
Forever and forever!!!