And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead.

God, enshrined in dazzling light
Above the highest sphere,
My soul is filled with awe to feel
That Thou art present here.
Thine Eye is as a lamp of fire,

And in its searching flame
I see myself, all stained with sin,
And bow my head with shame.
But, O my God, Thy Son hath died!
And from the dust I rise,
And from myself and all my sin
To Thee I lift mine eyes.

My sins are dark, but over all
Thy burning love I see;
And all my soul is full of praise,
And worships only Thee.