1 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 thee whom we adore.

2 Holy light doth fill this place;
Spirit, light our way to guide.
In the presence of thy face,
sin’s deceptions ne’er can hide.
Heaven’s gleaming, fullness streaming,
life and truth for all are found;
light pervading, never fading,
lighting all the world around.

3 On thy holy bread we feed,
hunger never more to know.
Thou suppliest all our need;
Savior, whither shall we go?
Ne’er forsaking, here partaking
bread our souls to satisfy;
here abiding and confiding,
we shall never want nor die.