#257Come Down, O Love Divine

Come down, O Love divine, Seek Thou this soul of mine, And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing;

O let it freely burn, Till earthly passions turn To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;

Let holy charity Mine outward vesture be, And lowliness become mine inner clothing;

And so the yearning strong, With which the soul will long, Shall far outpass the power of human telling;