Soul, wilt thou this one thing find thee?
Seek it in no earthly end;
Leave all Nature far behind thee,
High above the world ascend:
For where God and man both in one are united,
With God’s perfect fulness the heart is delighted;
There, there is the worthiest lot and the best,
My one and my all, and my joy, and my rest.
How were Mary’s thoughts devoted,
Her eternal joy to find,