Soft and Pure
Pure as the whitest snow,
Dewdrops trembling
Yielded still in time,
What unfolding purity
Why spring sublime.
Where can we find
Sweetness divine.
Mystery to find,
A heart crystal clear
How can this be.
And then
Morning dawns
I can see
Gone is the fear,
Warm is the cold
As the Lord Jesus comes
He, purest love
To draw near to me.
