Love is a quickening, Christly force,
A blesser of the meek;
Love is a seeker of the lost,
A power for the weak;
Love is a sword that wounds to heal,
A staff that guides and aids,
A rod that breaks the dream of sin,
A light that never fades.
O Love, so used to waiting,
So patient with our fears,
Lighten these blinded eyes of ours,
Open these willful ears;
Stab us awake with Christ's clear word
Now in this hour, this place—
Cleanse us of worldly, selfish aims,
Clothe us with heaven's grace.
