O surely I will not come in

O surely I will not come in

Within my house to stay

Nor yet give sleep unto my eyes

Till Jesus has His way.

Upon the earth

the Lord desires

A place where He may live;

For this

Thy habitation

Lord

Myself I fully give.

We heard of it while yet far off

We found it in the way;

We then came up into her courts

And here we’ll ever stay.

Arise

O Lord

into Thy rest

Thou and Thy ark so strong.

Thy priests are clothed with righteousness;

Thy saints with joy and song.

The Lord has sworn in truth to us

He will not turn away—

His Seed shall sit with Him enthroned

And reign with Him for aye.

The Lord hath found a place to dwell

Hath chosen Zion fair;

His habitation it will be

It is His rest fore’er.

Her food abundant He will bless

Her needy

satisfy;

And with salvation clothe her priests

And all her want supply.

The horn of David’s budding here

A lamp for earth’s dark night.

His enemies are clothed with shame

His saints with crowns of light.

And now within these latter days

Amidst earth’s dark unrest

God’s house is being built again

And all His people blessed.

Secure within the local church

With saints in one accord

We meet to just release our praise

And thus enjoy the Lord.