THE VIRGIN'S LAMP.
9,7,9,9,9,9,7,7
Brenne hell du Lampe meiner Seele
Albertini
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1869
Lamp within me! brightly burn and glow, Draw thy flame from Jesu's heart, Whence a living fire doth ever flow, Clearer flaming 'mid the sorest smart; I will guard thy flame in stillness meek, Nought so eagerly shall bid me seek Him who can my wants supply, As the fear thy light should die. | He will quench it not, but haste to pour Oil from His exhaustless cruse; Then the soul is filled with light once more And the twilight's terrors she doth lose; Safe she walks on her illumined way Through the midnight, till the Voice shall say, "Lo! the Bridegroom and the feast are near; Virgins, haste to meet Him, He is here." 312 | Well for those who in His strength have lived, Pure as He is pure within; Who with deep abhorrence aye have grieved O'er the slightest taint of sin, Hearts that trembled at the smallest spot, And till cleansed and pardoned, rested not; Theirs the light that hath no shade, Theirs the wreath that cannot fade. | |