The house in Bethany

How could this age be so dark

Lord?

All around persecute You.

Though cruel religion would slay You

No one takes thought or concern.

While Your heart ached for God’s chosen

We were just lepers You cleansed.

While they reject Your speaking

We were the dead ones You raised.

While they despised Your Person

We are the grateful You saved.

Lord

we’re so glad to be

The house in Bethany.

We bid You rest and eat

Come

we’ve prepared for Thee.

Safe in this house

Lord You’re cherished

We treasure You above all!

We grasp the chance to be with You

Your presence our greatest joy.

Comfort Your heart with our tears

Lord

Wash the world’s hatred away.

May we serve You a meal

Lord?

May we share in Your trial?

May we prepare Your Body?

May our love satisfy.

Oh! We are blessed to be

Your house in Bethany.

Sharing Your table

we

Focus our gaze on Thee.

Lord

in our eyes You are worthy

And what we have

Lord

we give.

Breaking our flask we anoint Thee

What is most precious we spend.

All our heart’s ointment so costly

Lord

we pour out on Thee.

May all the house be filled

Lord

With fragrance sweet to Thee.

May Your whole church then hunger

With more desire for Thee.

Lord

may we always be

With You in Bethany.

Our free will offering

The best

poured out on Thee.