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Not in the temples made with hands,
Though beautiful by art,
But God in mercy condescends
To dwell within my heart.
Oh, glory to Jesus so sweet in me,
My body, Thy temple shall forever be.
How wonderful that He would take
This poor abode of sin,
And wash me in His precious blood,
And now abide within.
Oh, glory to Jesus so sweet in me,
My body, Thy temple shall forever be.
No more I think of God afar,
But see Thee, Lord, within;
Oh, shine in me, Thou morning star,
And keep Thy temple clean.
Oh, glory to Jesus so sweet in me,
My body, Thy temple shall forever be.
O Lord, enshrined within my breast,
My constant joy and peace;
My soul can now forever rest,
Secure in Thy embrace.
Oh, glory to Jesus so sweet in me,
My body, Thy temple shall forever be.
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