Sweet incense for the holy place.@Exodus 31:11
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Samuel F. Coffman (1872-1954)

Samuel F. Coffman, 1901.

Holy Place John D. Brunk, 1911 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John D. Brunk (1872-1926)

In Thy holy place we bow,
Perfumes sweet to heaven rise,
While our golden censers glow
With the fire of sacrifice.
Saints low bending, prayers ascending,
Holy lips and hands implore;
Faith believing and receiving
Grace from Him whom we adore.

Holy light doth fill this place,
Spirit light our way to guide;
In the presence of Thy face
Sin and darkness ne’er can hide.
Heaven’s gleaming, fullness streaming,
Life and truth for man is found;
Light pervading, never fading,
Lighting all the world around.

On Thy holy bread we feed,
Hunger nevermore to know;
Thou suppliest all our need;
Father, whither shall we go?
Ne’er forsaking, here partaking
Bread our souls to satisfy;
Here abiding and confiding,
We shall never want nor die.