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!
(John Byrom)
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