1 Eternal light! Eternal light!
How pure that soul must be,
when, placed within thy searching sight,
it shrinks not, but with calm delight
can live and look on thee.
2 The spirits that surround thy throne
may bear the burning bliss;
but that is surely theirs alone,
since they have never, never known
a fallen world like this.
3 O how shall I, whose native sphere
is dark, whose mind is dim,
before th'ineffable appear,
and on my naked spirit bear
the uncreated beam?
4 There is a way for us to rise
to that sublime abode,
an off'ring and a sacrifice,
a Holy Spirit's energies,
an Advocate with God.
5 These, these prepare us for the sight
of holiness above;
the heirs of ignorance and night
may dwell in the eternal light,
through the eternal Love!
|First Line:||Eternal light! Eternal light!|
|Title:||Eternal Light! Eternal Light!|
|Author:||Thomas Binney (1829)|
|Topic:||God: Light; Who Pardons All Your Iniquities|
|Composer:||Erik Routley (1942)|
|Copyright:||Copyright by Carl Fischer, Inc.|