Thy beauty, O my Father! All is Thine

Thy beauty, O my Father! All is Thine; But there is beauty in Thyself, from whence The beauty Thou hast made doth ever flow In streams of never-failing affluence. Thou art the Temple! and though I am lame, Lame from my birth, and shall be till I die, I enter through the Gate called Beautiful, And alone with Thee, 0 Thou Most High!