Within the Holy Place

His priest am I, before Him day and night,

Within His Holy Place;

And death, and life, and all things dark and bright,

I spread before His Face.

Rejoicing with His joy, yet ever still,

For silence is my song;

My work to bend beneath His blessed will,

All day, and all night long—

For ever holding with Him converse sweet,

Yet speechless, for my gladness is complete.

The Indwelling Christ

Thou who givest of Thy gladness

Till the cup runs o’er

      Cup whereof the pilgrim weary

Drinks to thirst no more

Not a-nigh me, but within me

Is Thy joy divine;

Thou, O Lord, hast made Thy dwelling

In this heart of mine.

 

Need I that a law should bind me

Captive unto Thee?

Captive is my heart, rejoicing

Never to be free.

Ever with me, glorious, awful,

Tender, passing sweet,

One upon whose heart I rest me,

Worship at His Feet.

 

With me, wheresoe’er I wander,

That great Presence goes,

That unutterable gladness,

Undisturbed repose.

Everywhere the blessed stillness

Of His Holy Place

Stillness of the love that worships

Dumb before His Face.

 

To Thy house, O God my Father,

Thy lost child is come;

Led by wandering lights no longer,

I have found my home.

Over moor and fen I tracked them

Through the midnight blast,

But to find the Light eternal

In my heart at last.

Am I Not Enough?

Am I not enough, Mine own? enough,

Mine own, for thee?

Hath the world its palace towers,

Garden glades of magic flowers,

Where thou fain wouldst be?

Fair things and false are there,

False things but fair.

All shalt thou find at last,

Only in Me.

Am I not enough, Mine own? I, for ever

and alone, I, needing thee?

God Reveals His Presence

God reveals His presence,
Let us now adore Him,
And with awe appear before Him.
God is in His temple,
All in us keep silence,
And before Him bow with reverence.
Him alone, God we own,
He’s our Lord and Savior;
Praise His Name forever.

God reveals His presence,
Whom angelic legions
Serve with awe in heav’nly regions:
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Sing the hosts of Heaven,
Praise to God be ever given:
Condescend to attend
Graciously, O Jesus;
To our songs and praises.

O majestic Being,
Were our soul and body
Thee to serve at all times ready;
Might we, like the angels
Who behold Thy glory,
In submission sink before Thee;
And through grace all our days
In our whole demeanor,
Give Thee praise and honor!

Lord, come dwell within us,
While on earth we tarry,
Make us Thy blest sanctuary.
O vouchsafe Thy presence,
Draw unto us nearer,
And reveal Thyself still clearer;
Us direct and protect,
Thus we in all places
Shall show forth Thy praises.

Thou Sweet Beloved Will of God

Thou sweet beloved will of God,
My anchor ground, my fortress hill
My spirit’s silent fair abode,
In Thee I hide me, and am still

O Will that willest good alone,
Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best
A little child, I follow on,
And trusting, lean upon Thy breast.

Satisfied

Draw me to Thee, till far within Thy rest,
In stillness of Thy peace, Thy voice I hear-
For ever quieted upon Thy breast,
            So loved, so near.

By mystery of Thy touch my spirit thrilled,
            O Magnet all Divine;
The hunger of my soul for ever stilled,
            For Thou art mine.

For me, O Lord, the world is all too small,
            For I have seen Thy face,
Where Thine eternal love irradiates all
            Within Thy secret place.
And therefore from all others, from all else,
            Draw Thou my soul to Thee…
…Yea-Thou has broken the enchanter;s spells,
            And I am free.

Now in the haven of untroubled rest
            I land at last,
The hunger, and the thirst, and weary quest
           For ever past.
There, Lord to lose, in bliss of Thine embrace
           The recreant will;
There, in the radiance of Thy blessed Face,
           Be hushed and still;
There, speechless at Thy pierced Feet
           See none and nought beside,
And know but this – that Thou art sweet,
           That I am satisfied.

Allured Into the Desert

Allured into the desert,
With God alone, apart,
There spirit meeteth spirit,
There speaketh heart to heart.
Far, far on that untrodden shore,
God’s secret place I find;
Alone I pass the golden door,
The dearest left behind.

There God and I—none other;
Oh, far from men to be!
Nay, midst the crowd and tumult,
Still, Lord, alone with Thee.
Still folded close upon Thy breast,
In field, and mart, and street,
Untroubled in that perfect rest,
That isolation sweet.

O God, Thou art far other
Than men have dreamed and taught,
Unspoken in all language,
Unpictured in all thought.
Thou God art God—he only learns
What that great Name must be,
Whose raptured heart within him burns,
Because he walks with Thee.

Stilled by that wondrous Presence,
That tenderest embrace,
The years of longing over,
Do we behold Thy Face;
We seek no more than Thou hast given,
We ask no vision fair,
Thy precious Blood has opened Heaven,
And we have found Thee there.

O weary souls, draw near Him;
To you I can but bring
One drop of that great ocean,
One blossom of that spring;
Sealed with His kiss, my lips are dumb,
My soul with awe is still;
Let him that is athirst but come,
And freely drink his fill.

Lo, God is Here!

Lo, God is here! let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place!
Let all within us feel His power,
And silent bow before His face.

Lo, God is here! Whom day and night
United choirs of angels sing;
To Him, enthroned above all height,
The hosts of Heaven their praises bring.

Gladly the toys of earth we leave,
Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone;
To Thee our will, soul, flesh, we give,
O take, O seal them for Thine own!

Disdain, not, Lord, our meaner song,
Who praise Thee with a faltering tongue.
To Thee may all our thoughts arise
A true and ceaseless sacrifice.

Being of beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill!
Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will.

In Thee we move all things of Thee
Are full, Thou Source and Life of all;
Thou vast unfathomable sea!
Fall prostrate, lost in wonder fall.

As flowers their opening leaves display,
And glad drink in the solar fire,
So may we catch Thine every ray,
And thus Thy influence inspire.