CLXVII. The compleating of the spiritual Temple.

SING to the LORD above,
Who deigns on Earth to raise
A Temple to his Love,
A Monument of Praise.
Ye Saints around,
Thro' all its Frame,
Its Builder's Name
Harmonious sound.

He form'd the glorious Plan,
And its Foundation laid,
That GOD might dwell with Man,
And Mercy be display'd;
His Son he sent,
Who, great and good,
Made his own Blood
The sweet Cement.

Beneath his Eye and Care
The Edifice shall rise
Majestick strong and fair,
And shine above the Skies.
There shall he place
The polish'd Stone,
Ordain'd to crown
This Work of Grace.