114. The Holiest We Enter

7,6.
by M. Bowley
1
The holiest we enter
 
In perfect peace with God,
 
Through whom we found our center,
 
In Jesus and His blood:
 
Though great may be our dullness
 
In thought, and word, and deed,
 
We glory in the fullness
 
Of Him that meets our need.
2
Much incense is ascending
 
Before th’ eternal throne;
 
God graciously is bending
 
To hear each feeble groan;
 
To all our prayers and praises
 
Christ adds His sweet perfume,
 
And love the censer raises,
 
These odors to consume.
3
O God, we come with singing,
 
Because Thy great High Priest
 
Our names to Thee is bringing,
 
Nor e’er forgets the least;
 
For us He wears the mitre,
 
Where "holiness" shines bright,
 
For us His robes are whiter
 
Than heaven’s unsullied light.
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