Let a shining robe be mine

Let a shining robe be mine,
Spotless as the snow drift white,
Thou, who for Thy form Divine,
Mak'st a garment of the light.

Darkness from Thy presence flies,
Thou art light: and where Thou art,
Radiance, as from heavenly skies,
Seeks, effulgent, every heart.

Far I wandered from the right,
Dark around, and dark within;
Groping in the gloom of night,
Wounded in the ways of sin.

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And my rags with mire defiled,
Clothe my naked soul with shame;
For, from Thee, a wayward child,
I have wandered to my blame.

Let Thy presence fill my soul,
Let my heart Thy nearness feel;
Speak the word, and I am whole;
Touch my wounds, and they shall heal.

Then the night that round me lies,
At Thy presence shall depart;
And a glorious light arise
In the darkness of my heart.

Let a shining robe be mine,
Spotless as the snow drift white;
Thou, who, for Thy form Divine,
Mak'st a garment of the light.