In holy strains the love express
That fires the heart below.
II
Burn, burn, my soul, and ever be
With holy ardour fired,
And, strongly armed with firm resolve,
Be evermore inspired.
III
Pour forth a bloodless offering
Of hymns and holy lauds,
In holy strains the love express
That fires the heart below.
Burn, burn, my soul, and ever be
With holy ardour fired,
And, strongly armed with firm resolve,
Be evermore inspired.
Pour forth a bloodless offering
Of hymns and holy lauds,