Would God I were in thee!
My eager spirit hath so yearned to fly
And bides no more with me.
O’er hill and valley mounting
High, high o’er fields and wastes,
O’er all, all worthless counting,
Afar from earth it hastes.
O lovely day, O hour more lovely still,
When wilt thou be revealed,
When blissfully, my voice with joy athrill,