White as the Wings of a Dove

Yet shall ye be as a dove’s shin­ing wings

Covered with sil­ver and gold;

Gracious as­sur­ance the Word ev­er brings

Promise of beau­ty un­told.

Shine on us

Sav­ior

oh

shed forth Thy love;

Make us as white as the wings of a dove;

Shine on us

Sav­ior

oh

shed forth Thy love;

Make us as white as the wings of a dove.

What tho’ our tent-homes are co­vered with dust

While thro’ life’s de­sert we move;

Time com­eth when they shall flut­ter

we trust

White as the wings of a dove.

What tho’ our gar­ments like le­pro­sy cling

Robes of self-right­eous­ness wove;

Praises to Je­sus! for yet we may sing

Clad as the wings of a dove.

What tho’ we lie ’midst the filth of the earth

Or as a pro­di­gal rove;

We may come up from the Spir­it’s new birth

Clean as the wings of a dove.

What tho’ for years we have wan­dered in sin

And ’gainst the Good Spir­it strove;

Thro’ Heav­en’s por­tals we yet may go in

Pure as the wings of a dove.