1
Recall how David swore,
“I’ll not come into my house,
Nor go up to my bed,
Give slumber to mine eyelids,
Until I find a place for Thee,
A place, O Lord, for Thee.”
Our mighty God desires a home
Where all His own may come.
“I’ll not come into my house,
Nor go up to my bed,
Give slumber to mine eyelids,
Until I find a place for Thee,
A place, O Lord, for Thee.”
Our mighty God desires a home
Where all His own may come.
2
How blinded we have been:
“We’ll build Your habitation”
When we are short of Christ—
We need Your saturation!
O Lord, You care for our house!
Oh, what a blessed word!
As You’re to God, You’d be to us—
A mutual abode.
“We’ll build Your habitation”
When we are short of Christ—
We need Your saturation!
O Lord, You care for our house!
Oh, what a blessed word!
As You’re to God, You’d be to us—
A mutual abode.
3
There’s nothing that we are
Or have or do well-pleasing;
We need Thee, glorious Christ,
Inwrought into our being.
O Lord, our heart’s still vacant now!
Come in and settle down.
Come saturate and permeate
And fill us with Yourself.
Or have or do well-pleasing;
We need Thee, glorious Christ,
Inwrought into our being.
O Lord, our heart’s still vacant now!
Come in and settle down.
Come saturate and permeate
And fill us with Yourself.
4
Our spirit You have filled
At our regeneration,
But mind, emotion, will
Await Your saturation.
How much of You is built in us
To make our heart Your home?
O Triune God, we welcome You.
Come build, oh, build in us.
At our regeneration,
But mind, emotion, will
Await Your saturation.
How much of You is built in us
To make our heart Your home?
O Triune God, we welcome You.
Come build, oh, build in us.
5
Into our innermost
Intrinsic constitution,
Come, Lord, Yourself dispense
By constant, fresh infusion;
Transform us, Lord, and work Yourself,
As God’s embodiment,
Into our heart, and life each part,
With Your reality.
Intrinsic constitution,
Come, Lord, Yourself dispense
By constant, fresh infusion;
Transform us, Lord, and work Yourself,
As God’s embodiment,
Into our heart, and life each part,
With Your reality.
6
To build Your house today,
Self-effort You’re refusing—
All stubble, wood, and hay;
Gold, silver, gems, You’re using.
The consummated Triune God
Transmitted into us
Now builds Himself into a home—
His dwelling, glorious.
[Repeat the last four lines]
Self-effort You’re refusing—
All stubble, wood, and hay;
Gold, silver, gems, You’re using.
The consummated Triune God
Transmitted into us
Now builds Himself into a home—
His dwelling, glorious.
[Repeat the last four lines]