SANCTUARY
Seeking still this palace hall
Where Thou holdest festival.
Where Thou holdest festival.
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Stirs the tender heart in Thee?
Lo! two weary souls that stand,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand,
Where the shadow thickeneth—
One in life, and one in death!
Stirs the tender heart in Thee?
Lo! two weary souls that stand,
Heart in heart, and hand in hand,
Where the shadow thickeneth—
One in life, and one in death!
"Sanctuary! Sanctuary!"
Still unweary pleaded she.
"Lo! Thine own lamb, at Thy gate,
Whom didst early seek and late,
Whom didst ransom with Thy Blood;—
Ope, Lord Jesus, dear and good!"
Still unweary pleaded she.
"Lo! Thine own lamb, at Thy gate,
Whom didst early seek and late,
Whom didst ransom with Thy Blood;—
Ope, Lord Jesus, dear and good!"
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Was the Bridegroom fair to see,
Sitting at the table-head
Where His shining Supper spread;
Fair the guests, all clad in white,
Each clear brow enaureoled bright.
Was the Bridegroom fair to see,
Sitting at the table-head
Where His shining Supper spread;
Fair the guests, all clad in white,
Each clear brow enaureoled bright.
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
And the gold cup lifted He,
With His lovely eyes ashine,
Brake the bread, and poured the wine.
Sudden through the banquet-hall
Rang the faint insistent call.
And the gold cup lifted He,
With His lovely eyes ashine,
Brake the bread, and poured the wine.
Sudden through the banquet-hall
Rang the faint insistent call.
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