Outside the camp with Jesus,
  Oh, blessed precious place,
Where He has called us to Himself
  Through wondrous, matchless grace,

Apart from all that would distract,
  Would hinder or would dim,
The fulness of communion sweet,
  And fellowship with Him.

Outside the camp with Jesus,
  'Tis He Who makes the call,
To His beloved far and wide
  To own Him Lord of all.

Outside the camp, where nothing else
  But Jesus fills the heart,
Where He, the center of our thought,
  Doth peace and joy impart.

Outside the camp with Jesus,
  Just gathered to His Name,
Where He Himself is in the midst
   Forever the same.

The Holy Spirit leads the way
   When giv'n His rightful place,
To take the previous things of Christ,
   Revealing matchless grace.

Outside the camp with Jesus,
   'Tis Jesus fills our gaze,
When He's the object of our thought,
   Our theme of endless praise,

'Tis such a peaceful, precius place,
   A blessed portion this,
A foretaste of the joys to come,
   In Heav'ns eternal bliss.

I took my place, Lord Jesus,
   Outside the camp with Thee,
Apart from all that interferes,
   From worldly service free,

Just gathered round the Lord Himself,
   Remembering Thy love,
Enjoying there Thy presence
   'Till we meet Thee, Lord, above.