Meeting on the local ground?
They’re the local, golden lampstands,
Where the Lord His home has found.
Where all the saints dwell as one!
’Tis the local church, the church God has chosen,
Where all the saints dwell as one!
Lifting up their voice on high,
Every brother, sister sharing,
Christ the Lord to magnify?
Breathing in the living Word?
Praying, praising, drinking, feeding,
How they all enjoy the Lord!
How they love that blessed name!
All the more their joy increases
As His Lordship they proclaim.
Like a mighty thunder blast?
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Down the enemy is cast!
Praise the Lord the move is on
For the church in every city
That our blessed Lord may come!
For the church for whom He died?
In the churches He’s preparing
Now His holy, chosen Bride.
Filled with the glory of the Lord!
’Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,
Filled with the glory of the Lord!