Within, in quiet refuge, I find God,
And peace and love that never men could give;
In prayerful meditation thought takes wings,
Soaring to heights where only love can live.
Here evil cannot enter—at the door
Truth stands, a watchful sentinel, ashine
With holy purpose, wielding its bright sword
To guard the temple of the law divine.
Founded upon the Rock, this shelter sweet
Is for the weary, burdened, and distressed,
And offering each, who brings a humble heart,
The legacy of Spirit's rich bequest.
O Church of Christ, forever shall you stand,
Receiving of the countless multitude
Those hungering for Truth, who find therein
The loaves and fishes spread in plenitude.
