myself and my God

I look with great desire but where is the dove
That brought heaven’s fire raining from above
Lord have mercy I am blind; my God my weary spirit find
I look in all faces, I look right and left
Without Christ’s graces I know I’m bereft
Cleanse my wicked heart I cry
Consecrate Thy house, Most High
I read of Thy might in law. In every book the pen
Writes of endless awe, yet where art Thou then?
Father bless me with a sign that I might know that I am Thine

Creator Thy creation’s grown for every tomb of doubt is blown
Ere I dwelt the womb mine own face Thou saw and knew
And when comes the creeping tomb Thou will pass me through
Thy face Thy face more glorious than the sun
By man and God on tree, death was done and undone
My Saviour born in blessed flesh, Sinless among sin
Carpenter carve Thy thresh, my lonely heart within
Use my human hand I give as if Thy perfect thought
For me to serve and give as gift both made and bought
In the rushing waters I came in raveling fires I go
I take to the field my aim, Thy precious seeds to sew.