Oliver Holden - Consecration - текст песни (слова)

1. It grieves me, Lord, it grieves me sore,
 That I have lived to Thee no more,
 And wasted half my days ;
 My inward powers shall burn and flame
 With zeal and passion for Thy name: 
 I would not speak but for my God, 
 Nor move but to his praise.
 
 2. What are my eyes, but aids to see
 The glories of the Deity
 Inscribed with beams of light
 On flowers and stars?  Lord, I behold
 The shining azure, green, and gold;
 But when I try to read Thy name, 
 A dimness veils my sight.
 
 3. Mine ears are raised when Virgil sings
 Sicilian swains or Trojan kings,
 And drink the music in:
 Why should the trumpet's brazen voice,
 Or oaten reed, awake my joys,
 And yet my heart so stupid lie
 When sacred hymns begin?