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.