Expectans Expectavi
Charles Wood
This sanctuary of my soul,
Unwitting I keep white and whole,
Unlatched and lit, if Thou should'st care
To enter or to tarry there.
With parted lips and outstretched hands,
And listening ears, Thy servant stands.
Call Thou early, call Thou late,
To Thy great service dedicate.
My soul, keep white and whole.
Words: C H Sorley
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Charles Wood (1866-1926)
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