Whene'er to me Thou open Thy heart,

Whene'er to me Thou open Thy heart, My heart would throb with resonance. Caress me with Thy hands, and to Thee, I'll share every grievance— Whither boundary it runs? Whither boundary it runs?

The echo of my heart, I know well Thou would be delighted to hear; My sighings and sweet words, Set in motion Thy blessed heart so dear— And could not its movement still, And could not its movement still.

My loving heart to Thee, Lord, expressed, Let it be refined in Thy hand; My whole being, my heart, fully brought to Thee, And Thy love to gain. And its riches fully drain, And its riches fully drain.