Inspirational for those of us who are deacon-servants of Christ.
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.
(Words by Charles Hamilton Sorely, killed at Loos, 1915)
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to you,
to you who sit enthroned in heaven.
2 As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master,
as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord our God,
till he shows us his mercy.