Jesus, behind Thy Temple's veil, Hid in an ark of gold, On stones engraven, lay the Law Thy finger wrote of old. But in Thy Body's temple new, Thy life-blood's throbbing shrine, Held, upon fleshly tables graved, The law of Love Divine. And when that Heart in death was stilled, Each temple's veil was riven: And lo, within Thy Love's red shrine, To us to look was given. There make us gaze and see the love Which drew Thee, for our sake, O great High-priest, Thyself to God A sacrifice to make. Thou, Saviour, cause that every soul Which Thou hast loved so well, May will within Thine open Heart In life and death to dwell. Grant it, O Father, only Son, And Spirit, God of grace, To whom all worship shall be done, In every time and place.