Jesus, would my heart were burning
With more vivid love for Thee!
Would mine eyes were ever turning
To Thy Cross of agony!
Would that on that Cross suspended
I the martyr's palm might win—
Where the Lord, the heaven-descended,
Sinless suffered for my sin!
Cross of torture! may'st thou rend me
With thy fierce, unearthly dole;
Welcome be the pangs that lend me
Strength to crush sin in my soul.
So, in pain and rapture blending,
Might my fading eyes grow dim,
While the freed heart rose, ascending
To the circling Seraphim.
Then in glory, parted never
From the blessed Saviour's side,
Graven on my heart for ever
Be the Cross, and Crucified!
JESUS TO THE SOUL
SAVONAROLA.