Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven, And with divinest contemplation use Thy time, when time's eternity is given, And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse; But down in darkness let them lie; So live thy better, let thy worse thoughts die. And thou, my soul, inspired with holy flame, View and review with most regardful eye That holy cross whence thy salvation came, On which thy Saviour and thy sin did die! For in the sacred object is much pleasure, And in that Saviour is my life treasure. To Thee, O Jesu! I direct mine eyes, To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees; To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice; To Thee my thoughts, who thoughts only see; To Thee myself, myself and all I give; To Thee I die, to Thee I only live.
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