Tread softly in this house of prayer
And let the heart, at last aware
Of Spirit's presence, humbly kneel;
Let holy visions cleanse and heal
The weary sense, until thou rise,
Peaceful and penitent and wise.
Let understanding bless the heart,
And let the Comforter impart
The consciousness of Life divine,
Forever folding thee and thine.
Thus shall the living Church be known,
No temporal house of wood and stone,
But His own temple that shall stand
A beacon in the promised land;
Thus shall be proved the power and might
Of Truth, before whose searching light
The hosts of error flee away
Till Love holds everlasting sway.
