On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 18

Light of life, seraphic Fire,
Love Divine, Thyself impart,
Every fainting soul inspire,
Shine in every drooping heart,
Every mournful sinner cheer,
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Son of God appear, appear,
To Thine human temples come.

Come in this accepted hour,
Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in,
Fill us with the glorious power
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less:
Thou art all our heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace.

Whom but Thee have we in heaven,
Whom have we on earth but Thee?
Only Thou to us be given,
All besides is vanity;
Grant us love, we ask no more,
Every other gift remove;
Pleasure, fame, and wealth, and power,
Still we all enjoy in love.