My Spirit Longs For Thee
Within My Troubled Breast,
Though I Unworthy Be
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!