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.
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!
O Lord, against these days, Inspire some for Your building, Just as in Ezra’s day— A remnant who are willing To come and work in Your house, Oh, what a blessed charge! Your heart’s desire, is our desire— We come, O Lord, to build.
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!