1 Eternal light, eternal light!
how pure the soul must be
when, placed within your searching sight,
it does not fear, but with delight
can face such majesty.

2 The spirits who surround your throne
may bear that burning bliss;
but that is surely theirs alone,
since they have never, never known
a fallen world like this.

3 O how shall I, whose dwelling here
is dark, whose mind is dim,
before a holy God appear
and on my naked spirit bear
the uncreated beam?

4 There is a way for us to rise
to that sublime abode:
an offering and a sacrifice,
a Holy Spirit's energies,
an advocate with God.

5 Such grace prepares us for the sight
of holiness above;
the child of ignorance and night
may dwell in the eternal light
through the eternal love.

Jubilate Hymns version of a text by Thomas Binney (1798 - 1874)
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