a calm and heavenly frame
a light to shine upon the road
that leads me to the Lamb
Return O holy Dove,
Sweet messenger of rest
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
and drove You from my breast
The dearest idol I have known
whatever that idol be
help me to tear it from Thy throne
and worship only Thee
So shall my walk be close with God
calm and serene my frame
So purer light shall mark the road
that leads me to the Lamb.
No comments:
Post a Comment