1 Cor 3:16
Here on earth a temple stands,
Temple never built with hands;
There the Lord doth fill the place
With the glory of His grace.
Cleansed by Christ’s atoning blood,
You are this fair House of God.
Thoughts, desires that enter there,
Should they not be pure and fair?
Meet for holy courts and blest,
Courts of stillness and of rest,
Where the soul, a priest in white,
Sings His praises day and night;
Glory of the love divine
Filling all this heart of thine.
—Gerhardt Ter Steegen