Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see:
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

Do not I love thee, O my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.

Within the darkness of this heart
Other gods would vie for my affections
But Thou art exalted
Thou art exalted
Thou art exalted far above all gods!

Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord,
But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more!

Give me the chance again, when the temptations come. 

To say no, no dear Lord, I love you more than these. 

You are greater and only you are able to satisfy. 

May you look upon me and marvel to Yourself

"is this not the faith I have wrought? So firm, robust, enduring?"

We are the work of your hands oh Lord, 

so work in us we pray.