Who in Thy soul dost love me,
I ne'er can tell it, nor its height
Mete, 'tis so high above me,
Grant that my heart may warm to Thee,
With ardent love ne'er ceasing,
Thee embracing,
And as Thy property,
Cleave to Thee, ever gazing.
Grant that an idol in me may
Dwell e'en a moment never,