Oh, glo­ri­ous in beau­ty
The tem­ple rose of old,
Its pil­lars hung with pur­ple,
Its por­tals crowned with gold.

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Thou art Thy­self that temple,
Oh Christ, our Sav­ior, king,
Whom earth­ly shrine and glo­ry
Were but fore­sha­dow­ing.

But to the se­cond tem­ple
Came Christ, the tem­ple’s king,
Whom sac­ri­fice and al­tar
Were but fore­sha­dow­ing.

Refrain

Thou art the gold­en al­tar
Whereon our gifts are laid;
Thyself the bleed­ing vic­tim,
By whom our sins are paid.

Refrain

The veil by which we en­ter
The ho­li­est shrine with­in;
The priest who stands in of­fer
A sac­ri­fice for sin.

Refrain