HOLY Father, Thou hast spoken Words beyond our grasp of thought, -- Words of grace and power unbroken, With mysterious glory fraught. Promise and command combining, Doubts to chase and faith to lift; Self renouncing, all resigning, We would claim this mighty gift. Take us Lord, oh, take us truly, Mind and soul and heart and will; Empty us and cleanse us throughly, Then with all Thy fulness fill. Lord, we ask it, hardly knowing What this wondrous gift may be; But fulfill to overflowing, -- Thy great meaning let us see. Make us in thy royal palace Vessels worthy for the king; From Thy fulness fill our chalice, From Thy never-failing spring. Father, by this blessed filling, Dwell Thyself in us, we pray; We are waiting, Thou art willing, Fill us with Thyself to-day! |