The holiest now we enter

The holiest now we enter In perfect peace with God; Regaining our lost centre Through Christ's atoning blood: Though great may be our dulness In thought, and word, and deed, We glory in the fullness Of Him who meets our need.

Much incense is ascending Before the eternal throne; God graciously is bending To hear each feeble groan. To all our prayers and praises Christ adds His sweet perfume, And love the censer raises Their odours to consume.

O God, we come with singing, Because the great High Priest Our names to Thee is bringing, Nor e'er forgets the least: For us He wears the mitre Where holiness shines bright; For us His robes are whiter Than heaven's unsullied light.