I cannot soar and sing my Lord and love;
No eagle’s wings have I,
No power to rise and greet my King above,
No heart to fly.
Creative Lord Incarnate, let me lean
My heavy self on Thee;
Nor let my utter weakness come between
Thy strength and me.
I cannot trace Thy Providence and plan,
Nor dimly comprehend
What in Thyself Thou art, and what is man,
And what the end.
Here in this wilderness I cannot find
The path the Wise Men trod;
Grant me to rest on Thee, Incarnate Mind
And Word of God.
I cannot love, my heart is turned within
And locked within; (Ah me!
How shivering in self-love I sit) for sin
Has lost the key.
Ah! Sacred Heart of Jesus, Flame divine,
Ardent with great desire,
My hope is set upon that love of Thine,
Deep Well of Fire.
I cannot live alone another hour.
Jesu, be Thou my Life!
I have not Power to strive; be Thou my Power
In every strife!
I can do nothing — hope, nor love, nor fear,
But only fail and fall.
Be Thou my soul and self, O Jesu dear,
My God and all!
