A Prayer

1 O touch mine eyes, that I may see
In cloudless rapture Thy dear face,
And in that calm serenity,
With patience run my glorious race!

2 O loose my tongue, that I may tell
With burning words, to sinners lost,
That Thou didst come to seek and save,
To purchase them at such a cost!

3 Unstop my ears, that I may hear
The softest whisper of Thy love,
To draw my heart from earthly things,
And fix it on Thyself above.

4 Release my feet, that I may run
The way of holiness divine;
Held by Thy hand I cannot fall—
Filled with Thy life I’ll brightly shine.


Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #326