(Tune: Hymns, #1248)

1.	Recall how David swore,
	"I'll not come into my house,
	Nor go up to my bed,
	Give slumber to mine eyelids,
	Until I find a place for Thee,
	A place, O Lord, for Thee."
	Our mighty God desires a home
	Where all His own may come.

2.	How blinded we have been:
	"We'll build Your habitation,"
	When we are short of Christ--
	We need Your saturation!
	O Lord, You care for our house!
	Oh! what a blessed word!
	As You're to God, You'd be to us--
	A mutual abode.

3.	There's nothing that we are
	Or have or do well-pleasing;
	We need Thee, glorious Christ,
	Inwrought into our being.
	O Lord, our heart's still vacant now!
	Come in and settle down.
	Come saturate and permeate
	And fill us with Yourself.

4.	Our spirit You have filled
	At our regeneration,
	But mind, emotion, will
	Await Your saturation.
	How much of You is built in us
	To make our heart Your home?
	O Triune God, we welcome You.
	Come build, oh, build in us.

5.	Into our innermost
	Intrinsic constitution,
	Come, Lord, Yourself dispense
	By constant, fresh infusion;
	Transform us, Lord, and work Yourself,
	As God's embodiment,
	Into our heart, and life each part
	With Your reality.

6.	To build Your house today,
	Self effort You're refusing--
	All stubble, wood, and hay;
	Gold, silver, gems You're using.
	The consummated Triune God
	Transmitted into us
	Now builds Himself into a home--
	His dwelling, glorious.