O I desire no tongue nor pen1No tongue to speak or pen to write. but to extol2Praise enthusiastically. his praise; In which excess I’ll melt away ten thousand ways.
If we would die unto ourselves and all things else but thee, It would be natural to our souls for to ascend and be
United to our center dear to which our souls would hie,3Hasten. Being as proper then to us, as fire to upward fly.
O let us therefore love my God; for loves pertains to him, And let our souls seek nothing else but in this love to swim;
Till we absorbed by his sweet love return from whom we came; Where we shall melt into that love, which joyeth me to name.