CCII DESIDERIUM
J. Byrom
My spirit longeth for Thee,
Within my troubled breast
Altho' I be unworthy
Of so divine a Guest.
Of so divine a Guest,
Unworthy tho' 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 blesséd love;
O! let my wish be crown'd,
And send it from above!