Ash Wednesday

View Me, Lord, a Work of Thine

View me, Lord, a work of thine!

Shall I then lie downed in night?

Might thy grace in me but shine,

I should seem made all of light.

Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel

At thine altar pure and white;

They at once thy mercies feel,

Gaze no more on earth's delight.

Worldly joys like shadows fade

When the heavenly light appears;

But the covenants Thou hast made,

Endless, know not days nor years.

In thy word, Lord, is my trust,

To thy mercies fast I fly;

Though I am but clay and dust,

Yet thy grace can lift me high.

~Thomas Campion