Jesus, let Thy splendour Like a mantle fall,

On this waiting spirit,

Whilst I yield Thee all;

Clothe me with Thy beauty,

Bathe me in Thy will,

And with life triumphant

All my nature fill.

 

 

 

 

Fellowship with Jesus,

This is victory,

They who own His Lordship

Know true liberty.

 

 

 

 

 

Give to me a vision

Reaching to the throne

Let me see earth’s problems

In that light alone;

‘Tis Thy word assures me

All shall work for good,

Things that long have baffled

Soon be understood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blessed cross of Jesus,

I Thy power would prove,

‘Neath Thy shadow living,

Naught this soul shall move,

Sanctify me wholly,

Purge from every stain,

All that makes for bondage,

Let it now be slain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fired with holy passion,

Moved by urge divine,

What shall henceforth hinder

Victory being mine?

Men may raise their war-cry,

Lift their standards high,

But before love’s challenge

Each vain thought shall fly.