My God to thee I dedicate – Modernized Edition

My God to thee I dedicate
          This simple work of mine,
And also with it heart and soul;
          To be forever thine.
No other motive will I have,
          Than by it thee to praise
And stir up my poor frozen soul
          By love itself to raise.
O I desire neither tongue, nor pen¹No tongue to speak or pen to write.
          But to extol²Praise enthusiastically. God’s praise,
In which excess I’ll melt away
          Ten thousand, thousand ways.
And as one that is sick with love³“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love” (Canticles 5:8, Douay-Rheims Bible).
          Engraves on every Tree
The Name and Praise of him she loves,
          So shall it be with me.

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