Consider with your mind, understand with your heart,
The tabernacle of the Israelites, was, from the start
Jehovah designed, to be the dwelling of God
He who brought forth blossoms upon Aaron’s Rod
White curtains hung in purity, so fine and high
Calling forth a reverent and awesome sigh
Then within the woven door, heaven’s colour of blue
And the purple of royalty, where all honour is due
The scarlet we see now as Christ’s own blood
As He sacrificed Himself, as only He could
And we give Him our praise and total acclamation
In everlasting thanks for His gracious propitiation
The shekinah glory came down, right into their midst
A divine illumination, as the ground was kissed
The cloud had descended and the earth was stilled
The Holy of Holies with God’s presence was filled
There is no power without God’s manifestation
Our bodies are anointed by our full presentation
Like Moses on the mountain, we can all encounter
That glowing shine, of the True Lamplighter!
From generation to generation His mercies go forth
So may we be the carriers of His blazing torch
It’s by no power nor might, but only by His Spirit
That we shall stand firm upon Jerusalem’s summit.