Aspirations to Jesus
From Blessed Sacrament Book — Little Offices, compiled by F. X. Lasance Tools
Source
| Printed in | Blessed Sacrament Book — Little Offices |
|---|---|
| Imprint | New York, Cincinnati, Chicago, Benziger Brothers |
| Scan | the Internet Archive copy |
| Approval | Nihil Obstat: REMY LAFORT, Censor Librorum (no separate date printed) Imprimatur: + JOHN CARDINAL FARLEY, Archbishop of New York Approvals dated: NEW YORK, APRIL 6, 1918 |
| Transcription | Transcribed from the scan. |
| Rights | Public domain in the United States. |
- Prayers for
- union with Jesus, love of God, perseverance
Master of the First Prayerbook of Maximilian, The Mass of St. Gregory, Hours of Queen Isabella the Catholic, about 1500. Cleveland Museum of Art.
O JESUS, hidden God, I cry to Thee;
O Jesus, hidden light, I turn to Thee;
O Jesus, hidden love, I run to Thee;
With all the strength I have I worship Thee;
With all the love I have I cling to Thee;
With all my soul I long to be with Thee,
And fear no more to fail, or fall from Thee.
O Jesus, deathless love, Who seekest me,
Thou Who didst die for longing love of me,
Thou king, in all Thy beauty, come to me,
White-robed, blood-sprinkled, Jesus, come to me,
And go no more, dear Lord, away from me.
My soul is dark away from Thee, my own;
My eyes are dim in seeking Thee, my own;
My flesh doth pine away for Thee, my own;
My heart leaps up with joy to Thee, my own;
my own;
My spirit faints receiving Thee, my own.
Where in the height of heaven is light like Thee?
Where in the breadth of heaven is bliss like Thee?
Where in the depth of heaven is peace like Thee?
Where in the home of love is love like Thee?
With all my heart I give myself to Thee,
And waiting wait, O king and spouse, for Thee,
Till I am one forevermore with Thee.
O sweetest Jesus, bring me home to Thee;
Free me, O dearest God, from all but Thee,
And all the chains that keep me back from Thee;
Call me, O thrilling love, I follow Thee;
Thou art my all, and I love naught but Thee.
O hidden love, Who now art loving me;
O wounded love, Who once wast dead for me;
O patient love, Who weariest not of me—
O bear with me till I am lost in Thee;
O bear with me till I am found in Thee. 1
- By Father Rawes.
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