Christ My Song - 98
Since o'er thy footstool here below
(William Augustus Muhlenberg/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Since o'er thy footstool.
1. Since o'er thy footstool here below,
such radiant gems are strown,
oh, what magnificence must glow,
my God, about thy throne!
So brilliant here these drops of light,
there the full ocean rolls, how bright!
2. If night's blue curtain of the sky,
with thousand stars inwrought,
hung like a royal canopy
with glittering diamonds fraught,
be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil,
what splendour at the shrine must dwell!
3. The dazzling sun, at noontide hour,
forth from his flaming vase,
flinging o'er earth the golden shower,
till vale and mountains blaze,
but shows, O Lord, one beam of thine,
what, then, the day where thou dost shine!
4. Ah! how shall these dim eyes endure
that noon of living rays,
or, how my spirit so impure
upon thy brightness gaze?
Anoint, O Lord, anoint my sight,
and robe me for that world of light.
William Augustus Muhlenberg, I would not live alway, 1860, 12-13.