You are my Tabernacles, so precious to me;

You’re my Passover, my Firstfruits and my Jubilee.

You are my everything, of this there’s no doubt;

When I remember your mercy, I can’t help but shout.

I love you and need you, surely it’s true;

I’m a stranger to others, but not unto you.

Oh how can you love me, with all of my flaws?

And offer forgiveness, without any clause.

I fell on your mercy, your mercy alone;

You took me and loved me, and called me your own.

My Savior, I love you, I’m sure this is true,

And if anyone needs you, believe me, I do.

You are my Tabernacle, so precious to me.

You’re my Passover, my Firstfruits and my Jubilee.

You are my everything, of this there’s no doubt;

When I remember your mercy, I can’t help but shout.

The Mercy of the Lord endures forever.