In the Noble House

From shadowed streets where sorrows creep,
We roamed, forlorn, in darkness deep.
Through thorns of grief, through scorn’s sharp sting,
Our hearts grew faint, our hopes took wing.

Yet grace descended, soft and sure,
A door swung wide, a light so pure.
Translated now, we stand in awe,
In God’s own house, where love’s the law.

Here Christ, our brother, shares His throne,
His risen glory, ours to own.
The Father, Judge of worlds unseen,
Presides with mercy, calm, serene.

No more the prey of street’s cruel spite,
We rest secure in holy light.
Beyond these walls, the dangers roam,
Where shadows cast their fleeting home.

Within, the Psalmist lifts his song,
A ceaseless tide, both sweet and strong.
To God he speaks, his refuge near,
A whispered trust, a joy sincere.

O noble house, O sacred keep,
Your peace runs wide, your comfort deep.
With Christ beside, our fears take flight,
We dwell in glory, bathed in light.