Oh Jesu mine, may my heart learn
for you to hunger so
that night and day my soul will yearn
you never to forgo!
Then mercy’s time and hour shall be
most sweet and joyous too,
until one day your kiss takes me
from this life home to you.
In that same grave where you did bide
till Easter morn’s first breath,
may my heart rest at eventide
and smile at its own death!
Then take me home, poor sinner I,
in righteousness and love
to your Jerusalem on high,
to glory up above!
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