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.

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