W J. Govan
THE Word, whose word can make me whole,
Has heard my spirit’s cry,
And in the palace of the soul,
He dwells, my Lord and I.
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How holy must the temple be,
Where Jesus reigns within.
His precious blood, outpoured for me,
I trust to make me clean.
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And He is come; to whom the praise,
The joy of heaven, belong;
My face I veil, my hands I raise,
And silence is my song.
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And now to me the gladdest thing
Be His sweet will alone;
Content, since I am with the King,
To make His choice my own.
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He makes His palace in my soul,
He brings my spirit’ nigh:
Within my heart, ’neath His control
I dwell, my Lord and I!