Life that was born to-day Must make no stay But tend to end As blossom-bloom of May. O Lord, confirm my root. Train up my shoot, To live and give Harvest of wholesome fruit. Life that was born to die Sets heart on high. And counts and mounts Steep stages of the sky. Two things, Lord, I desire And I require; Love's name, and flame To wrap my soul in fire. Life that was born to love Sends heart above Both cloud and shroud. And broods a peaceful dove. Two things I ask of Thee; Deny not me; Eyesight and light Thy Blessed Face to see. |