1 Eternal Light! Eternal Light!
How pure the 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 the ineffable appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
The uncreated beam?
4 There is a way for man to rise
To that sublime abode;
An offering and a sacrifice,
A Holy Spirit’s energies,
An advocate with God.
5 These, these prepare us for the sight
Of holiness above;
The sons of ignorance and night
May dwell in the eternal light,
Through the eternal love.
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First Line: | Eternal Light! Eternal Light |
Author: | Thomas Binney (1798-1874) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Challenge |