In Thy Holy Place

In Thy ho­ly place we bow

Perfumes sweet to Heav­en rise

While our gol­den cen­sers glow

With the fire of sac­ri­fice.

Saints low bend­ing

pray­ers as­cend­ing

Holy lips and hands im­plore;

Faith be­liev­ing and re­ceiv­ing

Grace from Him whom we ad­ore.

Holy light doth fill this place

Spirit light our way to guide;

In the pre­sence of Thy face

Sin and dark­ness ne’er can hide.

Heaven’s gleam­ing

full­ness stream­ing

Life and truth for man is found;

Light per­vad­ing

nev­er fad­ing

Lighting all the world around.

On Thy ho­ly bread we feed

Hunger nev­er­more to know;

Thou sup­pli­est all our need;

Father

whi­ther shall we go?

Ne’er for­sak­ing

here par­tak­ing

Bread our souls to sa­tis­fy;

Here ab­id­ing and con­fid­ing

We shall nev­er want nor die.