’Til ev’ry room belong to Thee,
That Thou might fully make me Thee
And so full rest Thou have in me.
I’d make my home, my rest in Thee;
A pillar in Thy temple be
And stay in Thee eternally.
Could closer, closer, closest be;
In resurrection brought to Thee
That we might be as one as Thee.
In trust I open ev’ry room;
This mind, emotion, will be Thine;
When Thou hast rest, that rest is mine.
Lord, Thou in me and I in Thee!
The church, Thy tabernacle, we;
Our temple, Thou eternally.
’Til one with Thee in ev’ry way,
’Til on me write Thy holy name,
’Til on me write Thy city’s name.
As lovers coinhering, we;
Soon then shall come eternity
When God and man dwell mutually.