The men who slight thy faithful word,
In their own lies confide,
These are the temple of the Lord,
And heathens all beside!

The temple of the Lord are these.
The only church and true,
Who live in pomp, and wealth, and ease,
And Jesus never knew.

The temple of the Lord - they pull
Thy living temples down,
And cast out every gracious soul
That trembles at thy frown:

O wouldst thou, Lord, reveal their sins,
And turn their joy to grief,
The world, the Christian world, convince
Of damning unbelief!

The formalists confound, convert,
And to thy people join;
And break, and fill the broken heart
With confidence divine!