1 | What a blessing, what a privlege! |
| | Called of God a royal priest, |
| That this glorious, holy office |
| | I should bear, though last and least. |
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| | All the building of the Body |
| | | On the priesthood doth depend; |
| | Ever praying in the spirit |
| | | I this office would attend. |
2 | If I keep this royal calling |
| | Under Thine authority, |
| Priestly duty thus fulfilling, |
| | Then the church will builded be. |
3 | Now the church is but the priesthood; |
| | Thus the priesthood formed we need; |
| When the priests are knit together, |
| | Then the church is built indeed. |
4 | Through the churchs degradation, |
| | Saints this office desolate; |
| Through the weakness of their spirits |
| | Preaching doth predominate. |
5 | Most are leaning on the message |
| | And the preaching emphasize, |
| Yet neglect the priestly praying |
| | And their spirits exercise. |
6 | Deal with me and make me balanced, |
| | As in preaching, so in prayer; |
| Leading others oft in praying, |
| | As Thy Word I too declare. |
7 | Only serving by our praying |
| | Will our spirits mingled be; |
| Stressing prayer as much as preaching- |
| | Thus the church is built for Thee. |