“Woe is me! For I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.”
Isaiah 6:5 (64.64.66.64. Glanhafren or Builth)
Create in us, O Lord,
A holy fire;
Thy word a flaming sword
Our hearts inspire.
Thy glories to declare,
Thy grace beyond compare,
Thy love with Thee to share,
We now aspire.
Descend, O Holy Dove,
With words of peace,
With blaze of truth and love
On earth increase.
O stir our souls today
To seek Thy wondrous way;
For Thou hast come to stay:
Then grace release.
Repeat Thy word of joy
To us on earth,
And make Thy church employ
Its saving worth.
O grant a refuge sweet,
A place for us to meet,
Thy holy presence greet:
To hope give birth.
