Thy blueprint, Lord, I treasure dear

Thy blueprint

Lord

I treasure dear

It shows Thy tabernacle real

It tells how Thou wouldst have it built

How Thou Thy glory wouldst reveal.

The ark’s the center of the tent

The tent is but its resting-place:

In it the ten commandments are

And in the tent it ever stays.

The ark the God-man

Christ

displays—

God mixed with man

as gold

wood meet;

The law is God’s expression full

Which dwells in Christ the Son complete.

Thus Christ’s the center of the Church

Which is to Him a resting-place;

In Christ the Father ever dwells

And in the Church

Christ’s dwelling-place.

The tent’s the increase of the ark

Both are of wood with gold o’erlaid;

The Church the increase is of Christ

God blent with man here too displayed.

The boards when joined support the tent

On silver sockets standing sure;

Gold overlaid

with golden rings

And interlocking bars

secure.

The Church is thus the gathered saints

On Christ’s redemption standing sure;

In life divine

by Spirit bound

Together built and framed secure.

The tent’s four-layered cover shows

The Christ of God in every phase;

God’s glory thus is signified

Covering His holy dwelling-place.

Covered by such a glorious Christ

All saints together knit may be;

Enjoying all He is for them

In Him they’re builded gloriously.

The law is placed within the ark

The ark within the tent doth rest;

So God in Christ within the Church

His wondrous glory manifests.