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Outside the Camp
OUTSIDE THE CAMP
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Anon. |
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Joan J. Pinkston, b. 1947 |
Outside the camp unto Thy dear Name,
Draw me, O Lamb of God;
Far from the world with its sin and its shame,
Cleansed by the Saviour's blood.
Outside the camp, 'tis a lonely place;
Outside the city wall;
Here on Thy breast let my soul ever rest;
Outside the camp with Thee.
Outside the camp unto Thy dear Name;
This in Thy Word I see.
Unto that Name, then I share in His shame;
Privileged place to be.
Feasting on Christ, His reproach to share;
Tempt not my soul away,
Naught can compare with the blessedness there,
Outside the camp with Thee.
Outside the camp unto Thy dear Name,
Blest gath'ring place for me.
Banner of love from Thy presence above;
Draw forth my soul to Thee.
Shame on my soul that I ever sought
Inside the walls to dwell,
Riches of grace, gazing here on Thy face,
Outside the camp with Thee.
Outside the camp unto Thy dear Name,
Lord, may I here be found;
Weaned from the world, with its pomp and its fame;
Resting on holy ground.
Outside the camp in Thy presence till
Earth's little day be done;
Then face to face, all Thy mercies to trace,
Inside the veil with Thee.
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