How pure the soul must be
When, placed within Thy searching sight,
It shrinks not, but with calm delight
Can live and look on Thee.
May bear the burning bliss;
But that is surely theirs alone,
Since they have never, never known
A fallen world like this.
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before th' Ineffable appear,
And on my natural spirit bear
The uncreated beam?
To Thee, sublime Abode;
An Offering and a Sacrifice,
A Holy Spirit's energies,
An Advocate with God:
Of holiness above;
The sons of ignorance and night
May dwell in the eternal Light,
Through the eternal Love.