O Love of love! when other loves are dying,
And hearts grow cold, and eyes that lured me frown;
Come to my heart, Thou Love, all hate defying,
Full of all pity to our world come down.
IV
O Bliss of bliss! when earth and all its treasures
Shrink from my grasp, and leave me poor and sad;
May I with Christ fill up my empty measures,
And in His presence reap the hopes I had.
ψυχή μου! ἀνάστα