GOD, YOU ARE CLOTHED WITH LIGHT,

[1]
God, you are clothed with light,
as with a garment fair,
and in your holy sight
the saints your beauty wear;
the heavens and all therein express
the glory of your holiness.

[2]
Give me a robe of light
that 1 may walk with you:
bright as the stars are bright,
pure as their ligh t is pure;
whose texture sin shall never stain,
but ever undefiled remain.

[3]
But can a sinner dare,
in rags, and sore ashamed,
lift up to God the prayer
which now my lips have framed,
while glowing seraphs fold their wings,
and pour their sinless offerings?

[4]
O Christ, I lift my eyes;
your love for me I own;
in your great sacrifice
remains my hope alone;
the robe is mine, my soul to dress,
of everlasting righteousness.