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LET God THE SPIRIT anoint my eyes, | |
| A-flame are seen the azure skies, | |
| With seraphim and cherubim— | |
| Who noon-day’s utmost blaze bedim; | |
| On wings of whiteness, lo! they fly | 5 |
| ’Twixt our dark world and fields on high; | |
| Heirs of salvation bringing home, | |
| To gain the joyous welcome “Come.” | |
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| There is a glory on the grass | |
| As tho’ angelic feet did pass; | 10 |
| There is a splendour ’midst the trees, | |
| As he sees who the unseen sees; | |
| Amongst the hollows of the hills, | |
| A hush of awe as all else stills; | |
| O God! Thy Spirit on me lies, | 15 |
| Lifting me up in ecstasies. | |
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| Ye holy angels ministrant, | |
| Why is it now ye will not grant | |
| E’en unto FAITH and HOPE and LOVE, | |
| Your seal of silence to remove? | 20 |
| Speaking as once ye used to speak, | |
| To weary hearts and like to break; | |
| Glad tidings of glad souls set free, | |
| That e’en in glory fresh joy see. | |
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| Where’er I see a little child, | 25 |
| I know ye there, ye undefil’d; | |
| To guide, to guard, to bless, to keep, | |
| With love that knows not how to sleep; | |
| And wheresoe’er a sinner turns | |
| And for the sinner’s Saviour burns; | 30 |
| But O to catch a whisper’d word, | |
| That not in vain I serve the Lord. | |
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| O idle yearning thus to grieve! | |
| Our part, as servants to believe; | |
| To labour and still labour on | 35 |
| Until the world for Christ is won; | |
| In faith, that unto us is given | |
| Abundantly to people Heav’n; | |
| That souls by day, by night repent, | |
| And angels still their names present. | 40 |
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