Flatiron Mountains and the night sky |
Jesus, God of our salvation, Give us eyes thyself to see, Waiting for thy consolation, Longing to believe on thee: Now vouchsafe the sacred power, Now the faith divine impart; Meet us at this solemn hour, Shine in every drooping heart.
Anna-like within the temple, Simeon-like we meekly stay, Daily with thy saints assemble, Nightly for thy coming pray: While our souls are bowed before thee, While we humbly sue for grace, Come, thy people’s light and glory, Show to all thy heavenly face.
Anna-like within the temple, Simeon-like we meekly stay, Daily with thy saints assemble, Nightly for thy coming pray: While our souls are bowed before thee, While we humbly sue for grace, Come, thy people’s light and glory, Show to all thy heavenly face.
If to us thy sacred Spirit Hath the future grace revealed, Let us by thy righteous merit Now receive our pardon sealed: To eternal life appointed, Let us thy salvation see, Now behold the Lord’s anointed, Now obtain our heaven in thee.
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