Of love to thee, would cherish thine;
But thou that love canst kindle higher,
And thou wilt rather cherish mine.
For thou art Love, and canst inflame
The hearts of them that love thy name
With thine own self, and not with wood;
Thou art the very Fire of God.
Come, then, O Fire of God, to me!
Come, Love, and never more depart!
Enter the place prepared for thee,