The Guest Chamber

1 Is it to me the Master sends
The message of His grace?
Can He desire within my door
A dwelling place?

2 Oh, if like that in Bethany
My home might be so blest,
As to receive the Lord Himself,
The wondrous Guest,

3 How would swift love the place prepare
Where He should soon abide,
And every toil and every care
Be glorified!

4 And when His step the threshold crossed,
How sacred evermore
Would be this little room of mine,
This lowly door!

5 Listen, my soul! He comes indeed
To be a guest of thine;
Know that thy human heart may be
His sacred shrine;

6 Sacred and blest forevermore,
Since He will enter there;
Oh, let His dwelling be prepared
With faith and prayer.

7 Wouldst thou unto the Master’s will
Thine own will consecrate?
Look on His brethren poor and sad,
Without thy gate;

8 Hear then what tender words He speaks,
The Sinless, Undefiled:
“Once I was poor, I dwelt on earth
A little child;

9 "And every gentle ministry
Of love, whate’er it be,
When given to My friendless ones,
Is given to Me."

10 Behold, He’s standing at the door;
Hasten thy Lord to meet!
Bid Him come in that thou mayst kneel
Low at His feet.

11 There wilt thou learn, as Mary did,
The heavenly path to choose.
O Savior, enter! Let me not
Thy presence lose!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11344

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