And circles round the Crucified, has seized,
And scorched, and shrivelled it; and now it lies
Passive and still before the awful Throne.
O happy, suffering soul! for it is safe,
Consumed, yet quickened, by the glance of God.
Soul
Take me away, and in the lowest deep[33]
There let me be,
And there in hope the lone night-watches keep,
Told out for me.