95. God, Thou art clothed with light

God, Thou art clothed with light,
As with a garment fair;
And, in Thy holy sight,
The saints Thy beauty wear;
The heavens, and all therein, express
The glory of Thy holiness.

Give me a robe of light
That I may walk with Thee;
Bright as the stars are bright,
Pure as their purity;
Whose texture sin shall never stain,
But undefiled for aye remain.

But can a sinner dare,
In rags, and sore ashamed,
Lift to his God the prayer
Which now my lips have framed,
While glowing seraphs fold their wings,
And pour their sinless offerings?

O Christ, I lift mine eyes;
Thy love for me I own;
In Thy great sacrifice
Abides my hope alone;
The robe is mine, my soul to dress,
Of everlasting righteousness.

Text Information
First Line: God, Thou art clothed with light
Title: God, Thou art clothed with light
Translator: John Brownlie
Meter: 6,6,6,6,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1920
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