There are many holy places in great cities of the world

In cathedrals, that are symphonies in stone

And in little rustic churches where the humble people pray

For holiness is judged by God alone.

In temples and in synagogues and mosques of brilliant hue

Many different faiths give honour to their God

While from every corner of the globe the countless pilgrims come

To walk the dusty roads that Jesus trod.

But for all the wondrous splendour of the buildings made by man

And the beauty of their priceless works of art

The holiest place by far where the Lord of all can dwell

Is found within a pure and loving heart.