M. Bowring. The Temple.
1 In Thy courts let peace be found,
Be Thy temple full of love;
Here we tread on holy ground,
All serene, around, above.

2 While the knee in prayer is bent,
While with praise the heart o'erflows,
Tranquillize the turbulent!
Give the weary one repose!

3 Be the place for worship meet,
Meet the worship for the place;
Contemplation's blest retreat,
Shrine of guilelessness and grace!

4 As an infant knows its home,
Lord! may we Thy temples know;
Hither for instruction come,
Hence by Thee instructed go.

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