If, O Christ, I may return,
And once more learn
The power of thy love and grace.
While I may not behold the glory of thy face,
I only ask to see and to adore,
As many a penitent and I afore,
The prints of spear and nail which with utmost woe were driven,
Till thy life and all thy matchless wealth were given
For captive and vexed sinners like to me,
To set them free,