A Prayer for Grace

View me, Lord, a work of thine:

Shall I then lie drowned in night?

Mighty thy grace in me but shine,

I should seem made all of light.

Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel

At thine altar, pure and white;

They that one thy materials feel,

Gaze no more on earth's delight.

Worldly joys like shadows fade,

When the heavenly light appears;

but the covenants thou hast made,

Endless, know no days, nor years.

In thy word, Lord, is my trust,

To thy mercies fast I fly;

Though I am but clay and dust,

Yet thy grace can lift me high.

Amen

 - Thomas Campion (1567-1620)

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