God’s final mystery;
Why God created you and me.
He predestinated me!
Our mutual destiny;
Christ and the churches are for me!
To hear His voice and see.
Turn to the Son of Man
In the golden lampstands.
She is Your heart’s interest.
To You, Lord, nothing else exists.
No, nothing can deter,
No person can alter
The love, dear Lord, You have for her.
Oh, saints it’s not too late!
All else is vanity;
Take this reality.
To one, Lord, You aspire:
It’s her, Lord, You completely desire.
The breastplate on Your chest,
Golden girdle on Your breast.
Your Bride: on her Your heart is set!
One with another.
Christ and the churches are
The end of our search.
Trumpets Your single choice:
Oh Son of Man, Your gold lampstand.
Lord, keep me in Your hand
In the seven golden lampstands,
Shining You for Your eternal plan.
Have mercy on us all.
Your face, the shining sun,
Touch me, Oh Living One!
Until You have Your Bride.
Our hearts with Yours must coincide;
Transfuse me with Your sense.
Your call is so immense.
Responding to Your love intense!
Don’t let this vision dim.
Lord, take our being!
Wreck us from everything!
Lord, burn me thoroughly.
My first, My best, I come to Thee.
The seven Spirits burn,
Intensified to turn
My heart for You to be so firm.
All else in me uproot!
Oh Lord, do burn each part!
Grant me a fresh new start.
All else I would detest.
My all in You, Lord, I invest.
I now pour out on Thee.
Lord, You have conquered me.
You are my choice eternally.
The age of every age.
Oh Lord, in me advance!
Thank You for this last chance.