W. Spencer-Walton

L.M.

O TOUCH mine eyes, that I may see

In cloudless rapture Thy dear face,

And in that calm serenity,

With patience run my glorious race.

2

O loose my tongue, that I may tell

With burning words, to sinners lost,

That Thou didst come to seek and save,

To purchase them at such a cost.

3

Unstop my ears, that I may hear

The softest whisper of Thy love,

To draw my heart from earthly things,

And fix it on Thyself above.

4

Release my feet, that I may run

The way of holiness divine;

Held by Thy hand they cannot fall,

Filled with Thy life I’ll brightly shine.