Through Thy pre­cious bo­dy brok­en
Inside the veil;
O what words to sin­ners spok­en
Inside the veil!
Precious as the blood that bought us,
Perfect as the love that sought us,
Holy as the Lamb that brought us
Inside the veil!

When we see Thy love un­shak­en
Outside the camp;
Scorned by man, by God for­sak­en,
Outside the camp;
Thy loved cross alone can charm us,
Shame need now no more alarm us,
Glad we fol­low, naught can harm us
Outside the camp.

Lamb of God, through Thee we en­ter
Inside the veil;
Cleansed by Thee, we bold­ly ven­ture
Inside the veil;
Not a stain; a new cre­ation;
Ours is such a full sal­va­tion;
Low we bow in ado­ra­tion
Inside the veil.

Unto Thee, the home­less stran­ger
Outside the camp,
Forth we hasten, fear no dan­ger
Outside the camp.
Thy re­proach, far rich­er trea­sure
Than all Egypt’s boast­ed plea­sure;
Drawn by love that knows no mea­sure,
Outside the camp.

Soon Thy saints shall all be ga­thered
Inside the veil;
All at home, no more be scat­tered,
Inside the veil.
Naught from Thee our hearts shall se­ver;
We shall see Thee, grieve Thee ne­ver;
Praise the Lamb! shall sound for ev­er
Inside the veil!