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

mfAnd with life triumphant

All my nature fill

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 pow’r would prove

‘Neath Thy shadow loving

Naught this soul shall move

Sanctify me wholly

Purge from every stain

All that makes for bondage

Let it now be slain.

Fir’d with holy passion

Mov'd by urge divine

What shall henceforth hinder

Vict’ry being mine?

Men may raise their war-cry

Lift their standards high

But before love's challenge

Each vain thought shall fly