With ecstasy of highest thought,
Bequeath on me true peace.
Unlike the hopes that end in naught,
Bring joy exempting cease.
Great Maker, grant completeness sought–
Still solace, lacking crease.
Instruct this tort’rous husk infleshed
To cherish what You’ve wisely taught.
As slave of You, the kindest King,
For freedom in You I’ve been bought.
Though truth is hazed in visage meshed,
In scand’lous rapture I am caught.
As flame ‘neath sun, the dark is lost.
Righteous blaze, Love’s paid Death’s cost.
Deep rest, as lulled infant, envelopes my lot–
Delivered, enraptured, contentedness brought.