| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Poems.
IV. Adoration | | By Frances Ridley Havergal (1836–1879) |
| | | O MASTER, at Thy feet | |
| I bow in rapture sweet! | |
| Before me, as in darkening glass, | |
| Some glorious outlines pass, | |
| Of love, and truth, and holiness, and power; | 5 |
| I own them Thine, O Christ, and bless Thee for this hour. | |
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| O full of truth and grace, | |
| Smile of Jehovah’s face, | |
| O tenderest heart of love untold! | |
| Who may Thy praise unfold? | 10 |
| Thee, Saviour, Lord of lords and King of kings, | |
| Well may adoring seraphs hymn with veiling wings. | |
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| I have no words to bring | |
| Worthy of Thee, my King, | |
| And yet one anthem in Thy praise | 15 |
| I long, I long to raise; | |
| The heart is full, the eye entranced above, | |
| But words all melt away in silent awe and love. | |
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| How can the lip be dumb, | |
| The hand all still and numb, | 20 |
| When Thee the heart doth see and own | |
| Her Lord and God alone? | |
| Tune for Thyself the music of my days, | |
| And open Thou my lips that I may show Thy praise. | |
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| Yea, let my whole life be | 25 |
| One anthem unto Thee, | |
| And let the praise of lip and life | |
| Outring all sin and strife. | |
| O Jesus, Master! be Thy name supreme, | |
| For heaven and earth the one, the grand, the eternal theme. | 30 | | | |
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