The House of the Lord

ThisÝ not the house of the Lord

His home is the body of Christ

This building may have its beauty

But it was not bought with bloodís price

Now we are his tent of meeting

His tabernacle

His temple where lives are outpoured

We are one edifice as His name we confess

The dwellingplace of the Lord.

He has made his abode

In the heart completely his

The cornerstone was laid

The cost of construction has been paid

And now we abide, in him we hide

And our hearts have a home.

A building cannot hold the One who is to be adored!

So be glad when they sayÝ let us go unto the house of the Lord

So we are his tent of meeting

His tabernacle

His temple where lives are outpoured

We are one edifice as His name we confess

The dwellingplace of the Lord.

Anthony Foster

November 22, 2009