A soul returns

Oh how my soul is longing and yearning is pining for your courts.

Christ has no body now but yours

no feet no hands on earth but yours.

Yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on this world.

Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good.

Yours are the hands with which he blesses all the world.

You are his feet you are his hands

You are his eyes through which he looks compassion on this world.

Christ has no body now but yours.

Christ has no body on Earth but yours.

How happy are they who dwell in your temple

forever singing your name.

How happy the pilgrims who find their strength in you

whose hearts are eager for the road to Zion.