| Song | In Thy Holy Place |
| Album | Christian Songs Of Hope |
| Genre | Christian Hymns By Songwriter |
| Writer(s) | Samuel F. Coffman |
| Music | |
| Key | Eb |
| Tags | In Thy Holy Place |
| Meter | 7.7.7.7.8.7.8.7 |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Exodus 31:11 |
| Year | 1901 |
In Thy Holy Place We Bow,
Perfumes Sweet To Heaven Rise,
While Our Golden Censers Glow
With The Fire Of Sacrifice.
Saints Low Bending, Prayers Ascending,
Holy Lips And Hands Implore;
Faith Believing And Receiving
Grace From Him Whom We Adore.
Holy Light Doth Fill This Place,
Spirit Light Our Way To Guide;
In The Presence Of Thy Face
Sin And Darkness Ne’er Can Hide.
Heaven’s Gleaming, Fullness Streaming,
Life And Truth For Man Is Found;
Light Pervading, Never Fading,
Lighting All The World Around.
On Thy Holy Bread We Feed,
Hunger Nevermore To Know;
Thou Suppliest All Our Need;
Father, Whither Shall We Go?
Ne’er Forsaking, Here Partaking
Bread Our Souls To Satisfy;
Here Abiding And Confiding,
We Shall Never Want Nor Die.
