I here again to Thee resign.
All mine is thine, say but the word;
Whate'er Thou willest—be it done;
I know thy love, all-gracious Lord—
I know it seeks my good alone.
Apart from Thee all things are naught;
Then grant, O my supremest bliss!
Grant me to love Thee as I ought;
Thou givest all in giving this.
—Ignatius Loyola, tr. by Edward Caswall.