We have a most glorious King

We have a most glorious King;

The heavens

He says

are His throne;

All worlds are His mighty domain

All kingdoms His scepter shall own.

He dwells with His people below

He loves in their trials to share;

We dwell with the King for His work

His burden we willingly bear.

I’m dwelling with Jesus my King;

I’ve found where He dwells with His own;

I’ve opened the door of my heart;

He’s made it His temple and throne.

Like Mary I sit at His feet

Like John I recline on His breast;

His presence is fulness of joy

His bosom is infinite rest.

I dwell with the King for His work

I’ve part in His glorious plan

To bring in His kingdom to earth

And tell His salvation to man.

The world has its work and rewards

I count them but folly and loss;

My business is only His work

My message is only His cross.

I dwell with the King for His work

The work

it is His and not mine;

He plans and prepares it for me

And fills me with power divine.

So duty is changed to delight

And prayer into praise as I sing;

I dwell with my King for His work

And work in the strength of my King.

We’ll dwell with the King for His work

And work thru each day of the year.

Perhaps ere it passes

the King

In glory Himself shall appear.

Oh

then in some closer embrace

Oh

then in some nobler employ

We’ll dwell with the King for His work

In endless

ineffable joy!