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.