1 Not in the temples made with hands,
Though beautiful by art,
But God in mercy condescends
To dwell within my heart.
Refrain:
Oh, glory to Jesus so sweet in me,
My body, Thy temple shall forever be.
2 How wonderful that He would take
This poor abode of sin,
And wash me in His precious blood,
And now abide within. [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
4 O Lord, enshrined within my breast,
My constant joy and peace;
My soul can now forever rest,
Secure in Thy embrace. [Refrain]
Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths)