At Heaven’s Gate



O dear, dear Grace, Light of all lights,
Where is happiness on my brow
As I stand here choking with fright?

O dear, dear Grace, Light of all lights,
Why am I so silent and low
When I stand before You a blight?

O dear, dear Grace, Light of all lights,
Why are You so uncharmed and slow
To give me a regal invite?

O dear, dear Grace, Light of all lights,
Why do I stain Your lovely glow,
Your Godliness, the rest and might?

Lancelot

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