| 1 |
Recall how David swore,
"I'll not come into my house,
Nor go up to my bed,
Give slumber to mine eyelids,
Until I find a place for Thee,
A place, O Lord, for Thee."
Our mighty God desires a home
Where all His own may come. |
| 2 |
How blinded we have been,
Shut in with what concerns us;
While God's house lieth waste -
Lord, break through, overturn us;
We'll go up to the mountain,
Bring wood and build the house;
We'll never say, "Another day!"
It's time! We'll come and build! |
| 3 |
O Lord, against these days,
Inspire some for Your building,
Just as in David's day -
A remnant who are willing
To come and work in Your house,
Oh, what a blessed charge!
You heart's desire, is our desire -
We come, O Lord, to build. |
| 4 |
Within those whom You'd call
Put such a restless caring
For building to give all -
These times are for preparing;
The gates of hell cannot prevail
Against the builded Church!
The hours are few, the builders too -
Lord, build, O build in us! |
