1  Recall how David swore,

    "I'll not come into my house,

    Nor go up to my bed,

    Give slumber to mine eyelids,

    Until I find a place for Thee,

    A place, O Lord, for Thee."

    Our mighty God desires a home

    Where all His own may come.

 2  How blinded we have been,

    Shut in with what concerns us;

    While God's house lieth waste —

    Lord, break through, overturn us;

    We'll go up to the mountain,

    Bring wood and build the house;

    We'll never say, "Another day!"

    It's time! We'll come and build!

 3  O Lord, against these days,

    Inspire some for Your building,

    Just as in David's day —

    A remnant who are willing

    To come and work in Your house,

    Oh, what a blessed charge!

    Your heart's desire, is our desire —

    We come, O Lord, to build.

 4  Within those whom You'd call

    Put such a restless caring

    For building to give all —

    These times are for preparing;

    The gates of hell cannot prevail

    Against the builded Church!

    The hours are few, the builders too —

    Lord, build, O build in us!

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