The Temple of God

Verse 1

Not in the temples made with hands, Though beautiful by art, But God in mercy condescends To dwell within my heart.

Chorus

Oh, glory to Jesus so sweet in me, My body, Thy temple shall forever be.

Verse 2

How wonderful that He would take This poor abode of sin, And wash me in His precious blood, And now abide within.

Verse 3

No more I think of God afar, But see Thee, Lord, within; Oh, shine in me, Thou morning star, And keep Thy temple clean.

Verse 4

O Lord, enshrined within my breast, My constant joy and peace; My soul can now forever rest, Secure in Thy embrace.