(By the author of the “Old, Old Story.”)
WITHIN the Tabernacle door,
My soul, what dolt thou see?
‘Tis Jesus, Jesus, everywhere,
That shows Himself to me.
The “Holy Place” is full of light,
A light that goes out never!
‘Tis Jesus who has changed my night
Today that lasts forever.
The “Holy Place” had holy food,
Each Sabbath newly spread,
‘Tie Jesus that I here behold,
The true and living Bread.
Oh Jesus! Thou art all in all;
I care for none like Thee,
All else be hidden from my sight,
Since now Thyself I see.