It shows Thy tabernacle real,
It tells how Thou wouldst have it built,
How Thou Thy glory wouldst reveal.
The tent is but its resting-place:
In it the ten commandments are,
And in the tent it ever stays.
God mixed with man, as gold, wood meet;
The law is God’s expression full,
Which dwells in Christ the Son complete.
Which is to Him a resting-place;
In Christ the Father ever dwells,
And in the Church, Christ’s dwelling-place.
Both are of wood with gold o’erlaid;
The Church the increase is of Christ,
God blent with man here too displayed.
On silver sockets standing sure;
Gold overlaid, with golden rings
And interlocking bars, secure.
On Christ’s redemption standing sure;
In life divine, by Spirit bound,
Together built and framed secure.
The Christ of God in every phase;
God’s glory thus is signified,
Covering His holy dwelling-place.
All saints together knit may be;
Enjoying all He is for them,
In Him they’re builded gloriously.
The ark within the tent doth rest;
So God in Christ within the Church
His wondrous glory manifests.