Show me more love, my dearest LORD,--
I cannot think, nor speak, nor pray;
Thy work stands still, my strength is stored
In Thee alone. Oh come away,
Show me Thy beauties, call them mine,
My heart and tongue will soon be Thine.
Show me more love; or if my heart
Too common be for such a guest,
Let Thy good Spirit, by Its art,
Make entry and put out the rest;
For 'tis Thy nest.
Then he's of heaven possest,
That heaven hath in his breast.
Then hear my cry, and help afford;
Show me more love, my dearest LORD!