1 The holiest we enter
In perfect peace with God,
Through whom we found our centre
In Jesus and His blood:
Though great may be our dullness
In thought and word and deed,
We glory in the fullness
Of Him that meets our need.

2 Much incense is ascending
Before th' eternal throne;
God graciously is bending
To hear each feeble groad;
To all our prayers an dpraises
Christ adds His sweet perfume,
And Love the censer raises,
These odors to consume.

3 O God, we come with singing,
Because Thy great High-Priest
Our names to Thee is bringing,
Nor e'er forgets the least:
For us He wears the mitre,
Where "Holiness" shines bright,
For us His robes are whiter
Than heaven's unsullied light.