Enter the holy house of the Great Architect of the Universe, and rest from his labor.
V.
There’s no occasion for level or plumb line,
For trowel or gavel, for compass or square,
Our works are completed, the Ark safely seated,
And we shall be greeted as workmen most rare.
The gates of the New Jerusalem have opened to him, for he is now said to be perfect!
He has become an eternal Temple in which the ‘Great Architect of the Universe’ abides.