John Brownlie (trans.) · 83 of 99

83: 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.

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.