1 JESUS, our Lord, with joy we wait
To see Thy blessed face;
Though weak on earth our present state,
Our strength is in Thy grace.
2 Thy precious blood shed by that grace
To God has made us nigh,
And sanctified us for the place
Of worshippers on high.
3 By faith within the veil we're led,
Where Thou hast entered in;
"Not made with hands" the courts we tread,
Nor e'er defiled by sin.
4 Responsive to the Father's heart
In worship we would bow;
Thy Spirit doth this grace impart
To those who trust Thee now.
5 The way, the worshippers, the place,
All sanctified by blood;
Thy Spirit leads --- sweet fruit of grace ---
In worship now to God.
