1 LORD, to our souls Thy light is ever pure,
And brings from heaven what Thou alone canst give;
Yea, brings Thyself, the revelation sure
Of heaven's eternal bliss: in Thee we live.
2 We bless Thee, Lord! Of Thee our song shall speak ---
Poor and unworthy strains, yet still of Thee.
Come, fill our souls! This only would we seek,
To dwell in love, and God our dwelling be.
3 Be Thou with us! Let no distracting thought
Intrude to hide from us that heavenly light.
Be Thou our strength! Let not what Thou hast brought
Be chased by idle nature's poor delight.
4 Be Thou our all! Thy love can fill the soul ---
That love that soars beyond all creature thought;
In spirit bring where endless praises roll,
And fill our longing hearts till there we're brought.
