Hush, the holy place

Hush, the holy place,
where unknown saints have prayed,
and sinners sought forgiving grace,
and, though they feared to lose the race,
have come before thy holy face -
within the silent holy place.

Silent I must stand in awe,
where lie the emblems of the feast
that drives away the guilt of law,
and stills the old condemning beast,
by sordid death that once was wrought
and poured out blood that once me bought.

Hush, the holy place,
where unknown saints have prayed,
and sinners sought forgiving grace,
and, though they feared to lose the race,
have come before thy holy face -
within the silent holy place.

Standing I can move no more;
standing hear the silence roar,
with the altar standing near
in thy presence without fear,
as thy love becomes so clear,
and I shed a thankful tear.

Hush, the holy place,
where unknown saints have prayed,
and sinners sought forgiving grace,
and, though they feared to lose the race,
have come before thy holy face -
within the silent holy place.

Standing silent move no more,
feet now rooted to the floor,
eyes that see beyond the veil,
a spirit Satan cannot assail,
as I stand in wordless prayer,
surely knowing thou art there.

Hush, the holy place,
where unknown saints have prayed,
and sinners sought forgiving grace,
and, though they feared to lose the race,
have come before thy holy face -
within the silent holy place.

And in the silent holy place
have I met thee, Lord,
and in the silent holy place
drunk thy holy cup,
and in that cup have tasted thee,
and having tasted I am filled,
and filled I go at last,
refreshed.

- Ed Pacht