Charles Wood - Expectans expectavi - текст песни (слова)

This sanctuary of my soul,
 Unwitting I keep white and whole,
 Unlatch'd and lit, if Thou should'st care
 To enter or to tarry there.
 With parted lips and outstretch'd hands,
 And list'ning ears Thy servant stands.
 Call Thou early, call Thou late,
 to Thy great service dedicate.
 My soul, keep white, and whole.