Purity.
1 O! know ye not that ye
The temple are of God?
Revere the earth-built shrine, where He
Should find a meet abode!
2 Immortal man, keep pure
Thyself, that mystic shrine;
Let hate of all that's dark endure,
And love of all divine.
3 Let saintly thoughts be shown
In act by saintly things;
Like glories through the temple thrown,
From cherub's curtained wings.
4 Let life, a holy stream,
Its fountain holy show;
Reflecting, with a softened gleam,
Heaven's purity below.