Thus saith the high and lofty One,
Earth is My footstool, Heaven My throne,
What temple will ye build for Me?
Restore Me now Mine own.
Behold the temple of My choice;
My dwelling is the humble soul;
To make the broken heart rejoice,
The wounded spirit to make whole;
Then hearken to My voice.
Here, O Thou high and lofty One,
Bow down Thine heavens to dwell with me;
Here plant Thy footstool, raise Thy throne,
Rebuild Thy fallen sanctuary;
I yield Thee back Thine own.
Behold the temple of Thy choice,
Eternity within my soul;
Now make the broken heart rejoice,
The wounded spirit now make whole;
Lord! I have heard Thy voice.
Sacred Poems and Hymns