1  To the holiest place I'd come,

    There within the veil to be;

    There to touch the throne of grace,

    Let life's water flow thru me.

 2  Now the holiest place of all

    Right within my spirit is;

    Here the Lord in me abides,

    And my spirit joins with His.

 3  To my spirit I'd return,

    For 'tis here the Lord I'll meet;

    O how marvellous it is!

    He's within, in me complete.

 4  Fragrance of the risen Christ

    Thru my spirit may be spread;

    If in spirit I will pray

    Christ will be exhibited.

 5  If in spirit Him I touch,

    With His riches filled I'll be;

    Life and light and love and grace

    As a stream will flow thru me.

 6  Touching deeply, richly I

    Of Himself experience,

    Thus the law of life I touch

    And His clear anointing sense.

 7  In my spirit deeper still

    I would touch the Lord I love,

    Touch Him in His hidden depth

    And His hidden manna prove.

 8  When the resurrection life

    Is made real in pow'r to me,

    As the rod with sprouting buds,

    I will then accepted be.

 9  Here I find the throne of grace,

    Where the living water flows

    As a river full of grace

    Into me grace to bestow.

 10  Then whene'er we meet to pray,

    All our spirits we'll release;

    Mingled will our spirits be,

    And we'll serve the Lord as priests.

 11  This the holiest place is too,

    Where we all may touch the Lord,

    Touch His throne in many ways

    Till His grace on us is poured.