One Thy Light, the Temple Filling |
John Keble, 1856
One Thy Light, the Temple filling, Holy, Holy, Holy, Three! Meanest men and brightest angels Wait alike the word from Thee; Highest musings, lowliest worship, Must their preparation be.
2. Now Thou speakest,--hear we trembling,
3. Here are we, Redeemer, send us! | 4. Cause him, Lord, to fly full swiftly With the mystic coal in hand, Sin-consuming, soul-transforming, Faith and love will understand. Touch our lips, Thou wondrous Mercy, With Thine own keen healing brand.
5. Thou didst come that fire to kindle;
6. Now to God, the soul's Creator, |