Eternal Love, we have no good to bring Thee,
No
single good of all our hands have wrought,
No
worthly music have we found to sing Thee,
No
jewelled word, no quick up souring thought.
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And
yet we come and when our faith would fater
Show
us, O Love, the quiet place of prayer,
The
golden cense and the golden altar,
And
the great angel waiting for us there.