Preparation for Death, 60

i Jesus, Thou know'st my soul desires
Thyself to apprehend,
To Thee its Principle aspires,
To Thee its glorious End;
"It is ap-
The secret wishes of my heart
Thou dost this moment see;
This moment, Lord, I would depart,
Could I depart in Thee.
My soul an offering to my God
I gladly would restore,
Divested of this mortal clod,
And seen on earth no more;
Far from a life of toils and pains,
I wait for wings to fly;
This only labour yet remains,
To get me up and die.
To Thee devoted from the womb,
Thy counsels I fulfil,
And lo, in life and death I come
To serve Thy blessed will;
In life and death to things above
I lift my heart and eyes,
And with an act of contrite love
Conclude my sacrifice.