To Your Temple I Repair

To your temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there,
when within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy seat.

Thro' him I am reconciled,
through him I become your child.
Abba, Father, give me grace
in your courts to seek your face.

While your glorious praise is sung,
touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
that my joyful soul may bless
Christ the Lord, my righteousness.

While the pray'rs of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend.
Hear me, for your Spirit pleads;
hear, for Jesus intercedes.

While I listen to your law,
fill my heart with humble awe,
let your gospel bring to me
life and immortality.

While your minister proclaims
peace and pardon in your name,
by your grace, through faith, may I
hear you speaking from the sky.

From your house when I return,
may my heart within me burn,
and at evening let me say,
"I have walked with God today!"