The Second Temple

Oh

glo­ri­ous in beau­ty

The tem­ple rose of old

Its pil­lars hung with pur­ple

Its por­tals crowned with gold.

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.

Thou art the gold­en al­tar

Whereon our gifts are laid;

Thyself the bleed­ing vic­tim

By whom our sins are paid.

The veil by which we en­ter

The ho­li­est shrine with­in;

The priest who stands in of­fer

A sac­ri­fice for sin.