God, You are Clothed with light


God, you are clothed with light,
as with a garment fair,
and in your holy sight
the saints your beauty wear;
the heavens and all therein express
the glory of your holiness.

Give me a robe of light
that I may walk with you:
bright as the stars are bright,
pure as their light is pure;
whose texture sin shall never stain,
but ever undefiled remain.

But can a sinner dare,
in rags, and sore ashamed,
lift up to God the prayer
which now my lips have framed,
while glowing seraphs fold their wings,
and pour their sinless offerings?

O Christ, I lift my eyes;
your love for me I own;
in your great sacrifice
remains my hope alone;
the robe is mine, my soul to dress,
of everlasting righteousness.