Help me to approach thee with deepest

             reverence,

   not with presumption,

   not with servile fear, but with holy boldness.

Thou art beyond the grasp of my understanding,

   but not beyond that of my love.

Thou knowest that I love thee supremely,

   for thou art supremely adorable, good, perfect.

My heart melts at the love of Jesus,

   my brother, bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh,

   married to me, dead for me, risen for me;

He is mine and I am his,

   given to me as well as for me;

I am never so much mine as when I am his,

   or so much lost to myself until lost in him;

   then I find my true manhood.

But my love is frost and cold, ice and snow;

Let his love warm me,

   lighten my burden,

   be my heaven;

May it be more revealed to me in all its influences

   that my love to him may be more fervent

     and glowing;

Let the mighty tide of his everlasting love

   cover the rocks of my sin and care;

Then let my spirit float above those things

   which had else wrecked my life.

Make me fruitful by living to that love,

   my character becoming more beautiful every day.

If traces of Christ’s love-artistry be upon me,

   may he work on with his divine brush

   until the complete image be obtained

   and I be made a perfect copy of him,

     my Master.

O Lord Jesus, come to me,

O Divine Spirit, rest upon me,

O Holy Father, look on me in mercy

   for the sake of the well-beloved.