1 To your temple, Lord, I come,
for it is my worship home.
This earth has no better place,
here I see my Savior's face.
2 While your glorious praise is sung,
touch my lips, unloose my tongue
that my joyful soul may bless
Christ the Lord, my righteousness.
3 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend.
Hear me, for your Spirit pleads;
hear, for Jesus intercedes.
4 While your ministers proclaim
peace and pardon in your name,
through their voice, by faith, may I
hear you speaking from the sky.
5 From your house when I return,
may my heart within me burn,
and at evening let me say,
"I have walked with God today."
Source: Moravian Book of Worship #553
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