Thy way, O Lord, is in the sanctuary,
Who is so great a God as our God?
Though Satan cloak your Light with darkness,
Truth, unrestrained, breaks forth like the sun.
 
The advent people longed for Your appearing,
But failed to grasp the mystery hid from ages,
Of your coming into heaven’s Holy of holies,
To blot out our sins and make up your jewels.
 
Bitter in the belly, but sweet as honey,

They faithfully waited, but why did He tarry?

They got the date right, but guessed the place wrong,

‘Til they beheld their Lord in heaven’s Most Holy.

 

O, night  of anguish and disappointment,

Their fondest hopes and expectations, blasted!

Tears flowed like rivers when the midnight bell tolled,

Distress beyond compare lasted ‘til the day dawned.

Bitter in the belly, but sweet as honey,

They faithfully waited, but why did He tarry?

They got the date right, but guessed the place wrong,

‘Til they beheld their Lord in heaven’s Most Holy.

 

[outro]

October twenty-two, eighteen forty-four,

A day of disappointment and of great hope too,

Jesus our High Priest entered the Most Holy

To make up His kingdom of faithful ones.