Who dwells in the house of the holiest Lord?
The man who is blameless and lives out His word,
And we, His elect, from our sinning restored,
Are given the right of a place in His court.
And we, seven lamp stands, will shine out His light,
Within His dear presence and always in sight.
Our greatest of gifts unto God we ignite,
To show all the nations the goodness of Christ.
And we have the show-bread – the best of our food,
Is Him who has given His body and blood,
And He who was tortured as our substitute,
To mediate and to prepare us a room.
Our bread and our light now in Jesus we see,
Then we as God’s sons must in Christ-likeness be,
Equipped as His sons, giving generously,
Belonging to Him, and in Him we are free.
My God, my holy light by which I see,
My God, my saving life which hallows me,
My God, my sacred might protecting keeps,
Then what could make me tremble – make me fear?
My foes who sought to snare my life and soul,
Have stumbled on the air and broke their skulls,
Though armies siege, aware God keeps me whole,
My trust in Him who keeps His mercy near.
But one thing I have asked of God most high,
To in His presence bask, His beauty spy,
And take my mental task to truth descry,
To hide myself in Him, my Rock appear.
Oh, hear me when I call, and answer me!
Oh, do not let me fall, but hear my plea.
Direct my paths and all the thoughts I see,
I know that when I pray You surely hear.
Though every one forsakes my life in hell,
In God I put my faith and am compelled,
To speak to fellow saints, His wonders tell,
Proclaim His praise! His faithful worship rear!