My spirit longeth for thee
Within my troubled breast,
Although I be unworthy
Of so divine a guest.

Of so divine a guest
Unworthy though I be,
Yet has my heart no rest
Unless it come from thee.

Unless it come from thee,
In vain I look around;
In all that I can see,
No rest is to be found.

No rest is to be found
But in thy blessed Love;
O! let my wish be crowned,
And send it from above!