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 Him whom we adore.
Holy light doth fill this place, Spirit light our way to guide; In the presence of Thy face Sin and darkness ne’er can hide. Heaven’s gleaming, fullness streaming, Life and truth for man is found; Light pervading, never fading, Lighting all the world around.
On Thy holy bread we feed, Hunger nevermore to know; Thou suppliest all our need; Father, whither shall we go? Ne’er forsaking, here partaking Bread our souls to satisfy; Here abiding and confiding, We shall never want nor die.
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/i/n/t/inthyhop.htm)