O Savior mine, who shed Thy blood for me,
Show me the place, where I may worship Thee: '
Midst turmoil and confusion all around,
The Place, where Thine own presence may be found.
We note in Israel's history, Blessed Lord,
There was a place according to Thy Word;
In Shiloh, Thou did'st choose to place Thy Name,
And Israel yearly up to Shiloh came.
Dost Thou maintain a place, Blest Lord, today,
'Midst ruin and declension and decay,
Where to Thy people Thou dost still draw near,
And meet with them, their feeble praise to hear?
To all who ask "Where wilt Thou?" of their Lord,
He'll guidance give, according to His Word:
To willing hearts He says 'Come unto Me,"
To Shiloh, place of sweet tranquility.
For Shiloh is our Lord, and in His Name,
If gathered, we will find Him still the same:
Such condescending grace in this, we see,
The Lord of Glory meets with "two or three."
O precious place of peacefulness and rest!
Those gathered thus with Christ, how richly blest!
Where He alone is worshipped and adored,
The worthy One,—our risen, blessed Lord.
Pre-eminent is He, God's only Son,
The altogether pure and lovely One;
Exalt Him then:—let hearts and voices raise,
Their songs to Him, in worship and in praise.
Lois Beckwith