Thou, Fullness of the Light Divine,
God’s Wisdom, in its depths and powers,
His glories all in Thee combine,
And Thou, in all His grace, art ours.
O, Gift of God! in love hath He
Made perfect Wisdom ours in Thee.
In Thee we have His Righteousness,
Thou risen One, at His right hand;
And, cloth’d in this all-beauteous dress,
We faultless e’er before Him stand.
O Gift of God! in love hath He
His Righteousness made ours in Thee.
We’ve Holiness, O Lord, in Thee,
And in the sight of God are pure;
For He no spot or stain can see,
As we in Thee His gaze endure.
O, Gift of God! in love hath He
True Holiness made ours in Thee.
The center and the fullness, Lord,
Of His Redemption, too, art Thou;
And soon to Thee, in full accord,
The hosts of the redeem’d shall bow.
O, Gift of God! in love hath He
Made full Redemption ours in Thee.