496   Eternal Love We Have No Good




[1]
Eternal Love we have no good to bring Thee
No single good of all our hands have wrought
No worthy music have we found to sing Thee
No jewelled word no quick upsoaring thought.

[2]
And yet we come; and when our faith would falter
Show us O Love the quiet place of prayer
The golden censer and the golden altar
And the great angel waiting for us there.