In the Cleansèd Temple

In the cleans­èd tem­ple

On the fes­tal day

When the whole burnt of­fer­ing

On the al­tar lay

Then the priest­ly trum­pets

Echoed loud and long

Then ten thou­sand voices

Sang the Lord’s own song

When this lost world’s Sav­ior

Left His Fa­ther’s home

Offered His burnt of­fer­ing

Saying

Lo

I come

Then the won­der­ing shep­herds

Heard the an­gel throng

Give God high­est glo­ry

In their glad new song.

When the bo­dy

pur­chased

With Christ’s ran­som price

Is to God pre­sent­ed

Living sac­ri­fice

Then the tide of glad­ness

Rises high and strong;

Then the heart

re­joic­ing

Sings the glad new song.

When from dawn to sun­set

Christ shall wor­shiped be

And the same pure of­fer­ing

Every place shall see

When again He com­eth

Who has tar­ried long

Then shall peal the wel­come

Of the glad new song.

Grant us

bless­èd Mas­ter

So to yield to Thee

Body

soul

and spir­it

Our burnt of­fer­ing free

That in Thine own tem­ple

With the white-robed throng

We may join for ev­er

In the glad new song.