Hymn: What a blessing, what a priv’lege

1

What a blessing, what a priv’lege!
Called of God a royal priest,
That this glorious, holy office
I should bear, though last and least.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

2

If I keep this royal calling
Under Thine authority,
Priestly duty thus fulfilling,
Then the church will builded be.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

3

Now the church is but the priesthood;
Thus the priesthood formed we need;
When the priests are knit together,
Then the church is built indeed.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

4

Through the church’s degradation,
Saints this office desolate;
Through the weakness of their spirits
Preaching doth predominate.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

5

Most are leaning on the message
And the preaching emphasize,
Yet neglect the priestly praying
And their spirits’ exercise.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

6

Deal with me and make me balanced,
As in preaching, so in prayer;
Leading others oft in praying,
As Thy Word I too declare.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

7

Only serving by our praying
Will our spirits mingled be;
Stressing prayer as much as preaching—
Thus the church is built for Thee.

All the building of the Body
On the priesthood doth depend;
Ever praying in the spirit
I this office would attend.

What a blessing, what a priv’lege