1 God of light and matchless splendor,
Feeble tho' the praise we bring,
Let thy Spirit touch and tender
Ev'ry heart as now we sing.
2 Heav'n above cannot contain thee;
At thy presence earth would flee;
And tho' ev'ry sin doth pain thee;
Still thy mercy spareth me!
3 Grateful praise my tongue shall offer,
'Neath thy smile or 'neath thy rod;
Take the humble gift I proffer,
Heart, and mind, and strength, O God!
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #442