The Lesson
Upon Thy Heart pray suffer me to rest,
That as Thou lovest I may humbly learn;
Bequeath this gift which of all Thine is best;
Imperfect loves of earth and flesh I spurn!
O Heart, Whose wound such wondrous love hath shewn,
And whence elixir sweet doth copious flow,
Grant Thou that this Thy purging deluge drown
My sin; and then with perfect love bestow
My shriven heart. Thou Teacher of all hearts,
To master well Thy lesson do I pray;
Thy loving art doth shame such earthly arts
As once I learnt, ere came this precious day
Thou dost vouchsafe to give Thy lesson free
To one who thirsteth deep to learn of Thee.
(07/06)
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