That Chamber still and stately waits us ever, That sacred pure retreat— That rest in Arms of tenderest enfoldings, That welcome passing sweet. O Home of God my Father’s joy and gladness, O riven Veil whereby I enter in! There can my soul forget the grave, the weeping, The weariness and sin. O Chamber, all thine agate windows opened To face the radiant east— O holy Temple, where the saints are singing, Where Jesus is the Priest— Illumined with the everlasting glory, Still with the peace of God’s eternal Now, Thou, God, my Rest, my Refuge, and my Tower— My Home art Thou. |