Jesus, the all-re­stor­ing Word,
My fall­en spir­it’s hope,
After Thy love­ly like­ness, Lord,
Ah! when shall I wake up?

Thou, O my God, Thou on­ly art
The life, the truth, the way;
Quicken my soul, in­struct my heart,
My sink­ing foot­steps stay.

Of all Thou hast in earth be­low,
In Heav’n above, to give,
Give me Thy on­ly love to know
In Thee to walk and live.

Fill me with all the life of love,
In mys­tic un­ion join
Me to Thy­self and let me prove
The fel­low­ship di­vine.

Open the in­ter­course be­tween
My long­ing soul and Thee,
Never to be broke off again
To all eter­ni­ty.

Grant this, O Lord: for Thou hast died
That I might be for­giv’n;
Thou hast the right­eous­ness sup­plied
For which I mer­it Heav’n.