Prayer

B. E. Warren

P.M.

THERE is a blest pavilion,

A sacred inner court,

The place of God’s own dwelling,

With all the world shut out.

Oh, holy resting place!

Oh, calm and pure retreat!

Where God unveils His face,

And life is only sweet.

Oh, sweet and tranquil home,

Where only God is known!

2

Within this greater temple,

Built by the Son of God,

We’ve found a full salvation,

And entered through the blood.

Here on the mercy seat,

Beneath the cherubim,

We dwell in love complete,

And heaven’s glory hymn.

3

We reach the cleansing laver,

The blood has been applied,

Then on the golden altar,

We’re wholly sanctified.

Within the second veil,

Oh holy! holy place,

With joyful lips we tell

The fulness of His grace.

4

Oh, glory be to Jesus!

I’ve boldly entered in

The secret of His presence,

And triumph over sin.

My soul is hid away

In God, with Jesus Christ;

And here I’ll ever stay,

In sweet eternal rest.