My Soul, Canst Thou No Higher Rise?
Augustus Toplady, 1740-1778
My soul, canst thou no higher rise,
To meet thy God, than this?
Yet, Lord, accept my sacrifice,
Defective as it is.
Tune all my organs to Thy praise,
And psalmist's muse impart;
And, with Thy penetrating rays,
Oh, melt my frozen heart.
Give me Thyself, the only good,
And ever with me stay;
Whose faithful mercies are renewed
With each returning day.
Ah, guide me with a Father's eye,
Nor from my soul depart;
But let the Daystar from on high
Illuminate my heart.
Far as east from west remove
Each earthly vain desire,
And raise me on the wings of love,
Till I can mount no higher.
