New Hymns for Solitude: II

Yet one more step--no flight
The weary soul can bear--
Into a whiter light,
Into a hush more rare.

Take me, I am all Thine,
Thine now, not seeking Thee,--
Hid in the secret shrine,
Lost in the shoreless sea.

Grant to the prostrate soul
Prostration new and sweet,
Make weak the weak, control
Thy creature at Thy feet.

Passive I lie: shine down,
Pierce through the will with straight
Swift beams, one after one,
Divide, disintegrate,

Free me from self,--resume
My place, and be Thou there;
Yet also keep me. Come
Thou Saviour and Thou Slayer!