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This sanctuary of my soul

This sanctuary of my soul, unwriting I keep pure and whole, unlatched and lit, if Thou should’ st care to enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretched hands. With parted lips and outstretched hands. And list’ning ears. And list’ning ears. Thy servant stands. Thy servant stands. Call thou early. Call thou late. To thy great service. To thy great service, dedicate. My soul keep pure and whole.