1 Lord, how can one so vile, A temple build like Thine? How use Thy plan, and not defile Or grieve Thy love divine?
2 Have mercy, Lord, I pray, And, oh, do not forsake; The laws, on Sinai, seeks to slay; I greatly “fear and quake.”
3 My only hope, Thy pow’r To cleanse my heart from sin, And—ev’ry moment ev’ry hour— To live Thy life within.Source: The Gospel Message Choir #36