Let a shining robe be mine,

Spotless as the snow drift white,

Thou, who for Thy form Divine,

Mak'st a garment of the light.

Darkness from Thy presence flies,

Thou art light: and where Thou art,

Radiance, as from heavenly skies,

Seeks, effulgent, every heart.

Far I wandered from the right,

Dark around, and dark within;

Groping in the gloom of night,

Wounded in the ways of sin.

And my rags with mire defiled,

Clothe my naked soul with shame;

For, from Thee, a wayward child,

I have wandered to my blame.

Let Thy presence fill my soul,

Let my heart Thy nearness feel;

Speak the word, and I am whole;

Touch my wounds, and they shall heal.

Then the night that round me lies,

At Thy presence shall depart;

And a glorious light arise

In the darkness of my heart.

Let a shining robe be mine,

Spotless as the snow drift white;

Thou, who, for Thy form Divine,

Mak'st a garment of the light.