Within me, come, rebuild Your tent
That You may dwell therein;
Between us may the veil be rent
So in me You’ll come in.
May pure joy come in me with You
To wash me clean inside
That others in me You may view
And see You there abide.
Of peace make me an instrument,
Flows from Your joy abounds,
As through me You to world are sent
And earth by heaven crowned.