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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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