THE INVOCATION. BREATHE on my Wreath, blest Spirit, let the fire Warm from Thy burning altar, now inspire race. I cannot doubt, blest Lord, that I am Thine, Humbly believing, I can call Thee mine. A Like a deep tide Thy beauteous glories roll, And fill with heavenly joy my raptured soul. Shrined in my inmost heart, Thy name shall be A bed of sweets, and holy fragrancy. Lord, I shall meet Thee soon, these mortal eyes Withont a veil, shall see Thee in the skies! This earthly frame shall Thy full image bear, Know Thy deep love and all Thy glory share. The Father's grace chose a pure bride for thee, Ere worlds were made, or man was formed to be; And every member of Thy church shall shine A living star, with lustre all divine; Shall dwell with Thee in ages yet to come, Bought by Thy blood to share Thy heavenly home. |