8,7,8,7

I

Where the Lord reveals His presence,

Glory lights the sacred place,

And the soul in adoration

Falls before the throne of grace.

II

Seraphim, and saints in wonder,

Lift their songs where Christ is set,

And employ, in sacred homage,

Harp, and palm, and coronet.

III

Light of lights, no light approacheth, --

Sun, nor moon, nor stars of night,

Flood the noon-tide and the darkness

With such radiance of delight.

IV

Beauty of the King Immortal!

Ere we rise to where Thou art,

Let the glory of Thy presence

Chase the darkness from our heart.