O Holy Ghost by Ernst Krenek Lyrics

O Holy Ghost, whose temple I
Am, but of mud walls , and condensèd dust
And being sacrilegiously
Half wasted with youth's fires of pride and lust
Must with new storms be weather-beat
Double in my heart Thy flame
Which let devout sad tears intend, and let --
Though this glass lanthorn, flesh, do suffer maim --
Fire, sacrifice, priest, altar be the same