Make temples of our longing hearts
That You may be revealed;
Your sacramental self impart
In us, be not concealed.
In world with creatures all consumed
With self and foolish pride,
May we have hearts where You can bloom
As our old selves have died.
To Father You present Yourself
Through us adopted now,
As sisters, brothers with your health
We’ll all to Father bow.
In bowing we in Eden step
By way of Cross’s door
And find the Tree of Life He’s kept
For all with spirits poor.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 