Oh! Why have I ever pained Thee?  Why have I not loved Thee always and served Thee with all the strength and nobility of my heart?

 

I love Thee now, my dearest Lord.  Take my heart.  It is Thine.  May it never pain Thee more.  May it never stray from Thee.  May it never seek repose outside of Thee.

 

Were it to happen, dearest King, that I should think to find rest and peace away from Thee,-were I to look for contentment outside of Thee, let me drink of bitterness and sorrow until driven back to Thee, my King, my Lord, my tender and forgiving Friend.