The Race of God’s Anointed Priests

The race of God’s an­oint­ed priests

Shall nev­er pass away;

Before His glo­ri­ous face they stand

And serve Him night and day.

Though rea­son raves

and un­be­lief

Flows on

a migh­ty flood

They are

and shall be

till the end

The hid­den priests of God.

His chos­en souls

their earth­ly dross

Consumed in sac­red fire

To God’s own heart their hearts as­cend

In flame of deep de­sire;

The in­cense of their wor­ship fills

His tem­ple’s ho­li­est place;

Their song with won­der fills the heav’ns

The glad new song of grace.