I seek a secret place
Before the Mercy Seat
And through the riches of His grace
Would with Jehovah meet
A place of calm repose
'Tis there I would abide
A fortress from opposing foes
In safety to reside
I want to dwell with God
To make His home, my home
There, guarded by His chastening rod
Content no more to roam
And so to Thee I come
Humbled, I am but dust
Depending on the blood alone
The sacrifice, I trust
Holy of Holies there
Covered with outstretched wing
By day and night, in ceaseless prayer
Thy praises I will sing
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
Psalm 91:1-2 KJV
But Christ being come an high priest of good things to come, by a greater and more perfect tabernacle, not made with hands, that is to say, not of this building;
Neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by his own blood he entered in once into the holy place, having obtained eternal redemption for us.
Hebrews 9:11-12 KJV
For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity,
whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place,
with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit,
to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the
heart of the contrite ones.
Isaiah 57:15 KJV
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