Thou, Jesu! on this day my earthly bonds hast broken.

In Mary’s Order old, my soul true goods shall find;

And if to-day: “farewell” my quivering lips have spoken

To those who loved me best, so dear, so true, so kind,

Thou, Lord, wilt be to them far more than I could be;

And Thou wilt deign to win some sinful souls through me.

Jesu! on Carmel I shall dwell —

Thy love has called Thy child to that oasis fair;

There I desire to serve Thee well,

To love Thee there, and then to die,

There! yes, my Jesu, there!

O Jesu! on this day, Thy love my prayer has granted;

Before Thy altar throne hereafter ‘tis my part

Calmly to wait for heaven, — all pain to bear undaunted, —

And, lifting to the rays of Thy white Host my heart,

Within that fire of love all self to burn away,

And, like a seraph blest, to serve Thee night and day.

Ah, Jesu! ‘twill be mine — to dwell,

One day, with Thee on high, in heaven’s bright

mansions fair

There evermore to love Thee well,

To love Thee, and no more to die,

There! yes, my Jesu, there!