Think! is our yearning love Caught from His heart above? Then haste we, blend our voices with that choir We vie with them, and soar Alas! not rapturous strain, Befits us, until Life's fleet changes cease. Our needs we meekly press, And crave the seal-kiss of His hallowed peace. O Merciful! we pray, Give victory against temptation still; These hearts that, weeping, sue In us Thy will be done. Touch Thou the spirit tone That brings our life with Thine in sweet accord In sacred oneness bound, Circled by love profound, Thy Love-enfold us to Thy bosom, Lord. |