Come Down, O Love Divine

1Come down, O Love divine,
Seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing;

2O let it freely burn,
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;

3Let holy charity
Mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;

4And so the yearning strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling;