All "in one place, in one accord"!
Ye Israel of our risen Lord!
With "mighty wrestlings," have ye striven
To reach this Place, whose gate is heaven?
The mystic Key, whose touch unseals,
And to our wondering gaze reveals,
This "Inner Court"— this "Holy Place,"—
Engirdles time, and fills all space.
Its sign and symbol is the cross;
Its fire consumes all fleshly dross;
Its sweetest tones are caught in pain,
When all things lost, we count as gain.
