O! know ye not that ye
The temple are of God?
Revere the earth-built shrine, where He
Should find a meet abode!
Immortal man, keep pure
Thyself, that mystic shrine;
Let hate of all that's dark endure,
And love of all divine.
Let saintly thoughts be shown
In act by saintly things;
Like glories through the temple thrown,
From cherub’s curtained wings.
Let life, a holy stream,
Its fountain holy show;
Reflecting, with a softened gleam,
Heaven’s purity below.
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First Line: | O! Know ye not that ye |
Title: | Purity |
Author: | Johns |
Meter: | S.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |