Poems (Toke)/The purification
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THOU! who didst, though Heaven's great King,
For us earth's lowest lot endure,
And to Thine house vouchsafe to bring
The humble offering of the poor;
Make clean, we pray, our hearts within,
Subdue in us all earthly pride,
And let each rising thought of sin,
In tears of penitence subside.
THE PURIFICATION.
THOU! who didst, though Heaven's great King,For us earth's lowest lot endure,
And to Thine house vouchsafe to bring
The humble offering of the poor;
Make clean, we pray, our hearts within,
Subdue in us all earthly pride,
And let each rising thought of sin,
In tears of penitence subside.
Thou wert for us the sacrifice,
The spotless Lamb for sinners slain;
Oh! let Thy blood, of countless price,
Cleanse us from every guilty stain.
Thine image in our hearts restore,
That so, before Thy Father's throne,
When heaven and earth shall be no more,
Thou mayst present us as Thine own.
The spotless Lamb for sinners slain;
Oh! let Thy blood, of countless price,
Cleanse us from every guilty stain.
Thine image in our hearts restore,
That so, before Thy Father's throne,
When heaven and earth shall be no more,
Thou mayst present us as Thine own.