Words: , Mis­cel­la­ne­ous Poe­ms, 1773.

Music: St. Ce­cil­ia (Hayne), , Mer­ton Tune Book, 1863.

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 blessèd love;
O let my wish be crowned
And send it from above.