Verse 1
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,
And with life triumphant
All my nature fill.
Fellowship with Jesus
This is victory;
They who own His Lordship
Know true liberty,
Verse 2
Give to me a vision
Reaching to the throne
Let me see earth’s problems
In that light alone;
I is Thy Word assures me
All shall work for good,
Things that long have baffled
Soon be understood.
Verse 3
Blessed cross of Jesus
I Thy power would prove,
Neath Thy shadow living,
Naught this soul shall move
Sanctify me wholly.
Purge from every stain,
All that makes for bondage,
Let it now be slain.
Verse 4
Fired with holy passion.
Moved by urge divine.
Vict’ry being mine?
Men may raise their war-cry.
Lift their standards high,
But before love’s challenge
Each vain thought shall fly.
E.C. W. Boulton.