Is thy heart athirst to know
That the King of Heav’n and earth
Deigns to dwell with man below,
Yea, hath stooped to mortal birth?
Search the Word with ceaseless care
Till thou find this treasure there.
With the sages from afar
Journey on o’er sea and land,
Till thou see the Morning Star
O’er thy heart unchanging stand,
Then shalt thou behold His face
Full of mercy, truth, and grace.
For if Christ be born within,
Soon that likeness shall appear
Which the heart had lost through sin,
God’s own image fair and clear,
And the soul serene and bright
Mirrors back His heav’nly light.
Jesus, let me seek for naught
But that Thou shouldst dwell in me
Let this only fill my thought,
How I may grow more like Thee,
Through this earthly care and strife,
Through the calm eternal life.
With the wise who know Thee right,
Though the world accounts them fools,
I will praise Thee day and night;
I will order by Thy rules
All my life, that it may be
Filled with praise and love of Thee.