W J. Govan

C.M.

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!