at the beautiful gate.
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I press toward Thee with my failing strength:
Unfold Thy love in its breadth and length!
True life from thine let my spirit win!
To the Saints' fair City, the Father's Throne,
Thou, Lord, art the way alone.
Unfold Thy love in its breadth and length!
True life from thine let my spirit win!
To the Saints' fair City, the Father's Throne,
Thou, Lord, art the way alone.
From the deeps of unseen glory
Now I feel the flooding light
O rare sweet winds from Thy hills that blow!
O River so calm in its crystal flow!
O Love unfathomed,—the depth, the height!
What joy wilt Thou not unto me impart,
When Thou shalt enlarge my heart!
Now I feel the flooding light
O rare sweet winds from Thy hills that blow!
O River so calm in its crystal flow!
O Love unfathomed,—the depth, the height!
What joy wilt Thou not unto me impart,
When Thou shalt enlarge my heart!
To be made with Thee one spirit,
Is the boon that I lingering ask.
To have no bar 'twixt my soul and Thine;
My thoughts to echo Thy will divine;
Myself Thy servant, for any task.
Life! life! I may enter, through Thee, the Door,—
Saved, sheltered forevermore!
Is the boon that I lingering ask.
To have no bar 'twixt my soul and Thine;
My thoughts to echo Thy will divine;
Myself Thy servant, for any task.
Life! life! I may enter, through Thee, the Door,—
Saved, sheltered forevermore!
