|O MEAN may seem this house of clay,
Yet ’twas the Lord’s abode;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,
Yet here Emmanuel trod.
|2||Our very frailty brings us near
Unto the Lord of Heaven;
To every grief, to every tear,
Such glory strange is given.
|3||But not this robe of flesh alone
Shall link us, Lord, to Thee;
Not only in the tear and groan
Shall the dear kinship be.
|4||Our will shall seek Thy life divine,
Thine image we shall bear;
With Thine own glory we shall shine,
In Thine own bliss shall share.
|5||O mighty grace, our life to live
To make our earth divine!
O mighty grace, Thy Heaven to give,
And lift our life to Thine!
|Thomas Hornblower Gill, 1819-1906|