I cannot show thee that for which I live,
Nor mortal eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard
That which the Christ to those who live will give,
In the rich presence of the Living Word;
Go, cleanse thy soul, blot out the secret sin,
Put off thy shoes for this is holy ground;
And thou shalt see the kingdom come within,
And in its holy precincts too be found;
Awake, thou hast long filled the holy place
With idols that thy heart has lifted high,
From My pure temple every daemon chase,
Then to thy spirit will My soul draw nigh;
And thou shalt be my son, and I thy God
To lead thee in the way thy Master trod.