1.

There is a nest for the swallow,
And for the sparrow, a home.
But as for me, on Thine altars—
There I will dwell, there alone.
Fire always burns there to purge me
Till I’m like gold that’s refined.
There rests the Spirit of glory,
With heav’nly treasures divine.

Chorus:

There is the place Thou appointest;
“There we shall meet,” Thou didst say.
Lord, may I never forget this;
May I be found there, I pray.

2.

Many blest chains hold me firmly,
Placed by the One I adore,
Binding me fast to the altar;
Each day He strengthens them more.
He sees the glory and beauty—
Hidden from those of the earth—
Of this blest sacrifice to Him.
He alone knows its true worth.

3.

Still there’s a short time of suff’ring.
Sacrifice, now, is my call.
Soon I will enter the marriage
With Him, the fairest of all.
“Unto Myself I’ll receive you;
Now I prepare you a place.”
This is Thy glorious promise;
Lord, guide me home by Thy grace.

Written by Thorleif Hansen (published in 1914)Composed by Charlotte A. P. BarnardText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ E