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The Book of Praise.
Give me a place at Thy saints' feet, Or some fall'n angel's vacant seat! I'll strive to sing as loud as they, Who sit above in brighter day.
O may I always ready stand With my lamp burning in my hand : May I in sight of Heaven rejoice, Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice !
All praise to Thee in light array'd, Who light Thy dwelling-place hast made ; A boundless ocean of bright beams From Thy all-glorious Godhead streams.
The Sun in its meridian height
Is very darkness in Thy sight!
My soul O lighten and inflame,
With thought and love of Thy great Name !
Bless'd Jesu, Thou, on Heaven intent, Whole nights hast in devotion spent ; But I, frail creature, soon am tired, And all my zeal is soon expired.
My soul, how canst thou weary grow Of antedating bliss below, In sacred hymns, and heavenly love, Which will eternal be above ?
Shine on me, Lord, new life impart! Fresh ardours kindle in my heart! One ray of Thy all-quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.
Lord, lest the tempter me surprise, Watch over Thine own sacrifice !