The mystery of Your Holy Name;
It sends away all sin.
The gates of heaven You open wide,
and beckon all within.
And yet, we turn and run way,
because we fear the pain.
Forgetting yet angelic choirs sing
in heaven, still, You reign-
-Your mercy is a guiding truth,
Your love, an anchor raised.
You send a fleet of many ships,
the nations bear your praise.
©Free Anglican Press
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