O Master, at Thy Feet

O Mas­ter

at Thy feet

I bow in rap­ture sweet!

Before me

as in dark­en­ing glass

Some glo­ri­ous out­lines pass

Of love

and truth

and ho­li­ness

and pow­er;

I own them Thine

O Christ

And bless Thee for this hour.

O full of truth and grace

Smile of Je­ho­vah’s face;

O ten­der­est heart of love un­told!

Who may Thy praise un­fold?

Thee

Sav­ior

Lord of lords and King of kings

Well may ador­ing ser­aphs

Hymn with veil­ing wings.

I have no words to bring

Worthy of Thee

my king

And yet one an­them in Thy praise

I long

I long to raise;

The heart is full

the eye en­tranced ab­ove

But words all melt away

To si­lent awe and love.

How can the lip be dumb

The hand all still and numb

When Thee the heart doth see and own

Her Lord and God alone?

Tune for Thy­self the mu­sic of my days

And op­en Thou my lips

That I may show Thy praise.

Yea

let my whole life be

One an­them un­to Thee

And let the praise of lip and life

Outring all sin and strife.

O Je­sus

Mas­ter! Be Thy name su­preme

For Heav­en and earth the one

The grand

eter­nal theme.