THE GOLDEN TEMPLE
I
"Lord of Grace! The World's Asylum!
Whom by worship we attain,
Saints have conquered death's destruction,
Shewed Thy path to gods and men!
Whoso seeks Thee not in worship,
Shunned by dearest kith and kin,
Lives a life of vain illusion,
Dies a death of woe and sin;
Whoso seeks Thee in affection
Breaks through ills that wait our birth,
Finds in Thee his true salvation—
Peace and bliss unknown on Earth!
II
Some are lured by earthly passions,
Some for heaven's enjoyment sigh—
Save in Thee no true salvation
Is there in the earth or sky!
For in Thee alone is refuge—
Whoso leaves Thee dies in woe,
This is law and not Thy anger,
Wrath nor anger dost Thou know!
Thee we serve with tainted worship,
And Thy form we darkly guess—
Even thus our soul's blind longings
Have the power to heal and bless!
III
Vain illusions mock our vision,
Shadow-like our actions flee—
He sees true who sees Thy image,
He acts true who acts in Thee!
Divers teachers often teach us
Divers precepts wise and great,
But Thy grace and blessing only
From our bonds can liberate!
And to rid the earth of troubles,
Sin and sorrow, stress and storm,
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