Wynbourne L.M.

Some inspiration from 'Mear' (p.49b, The Sacred Harp, 1991).

There's none so holy as the Lord,
Holy in all his works and ways;
His holiness doth us afford,
Matter for rev'rence, love, and praise.

So pure and holy is his eye,
That ev'n the heav'ns appear unclean;
How can he then with pleasure spy
The race of men, defiled by sin?

But Christ the holy Saviour died,
He purifies our souls by blood;
And when we shall be sanctified
He'll introduce us to our God.

O may we follow holiness,
Without which none his face can see.
This character we may possess,
So shall we, Lord, resemble Thee.