Jhesu, receyve my hert, and to thi lufe me bryng;
Al my desyre thou ert, bot I covete thi comyng.
Thow make me clene of synne, and lat us never twyn;
Kyndel me fire within, that I thi lufe may wyn
And se thi face, Jhesu, in joy that never sal blyn.
Jhesu, my saule thou mend; thi lufe into me send,
That I may with the lend in joy withowten end.
In lufe thow wownde my thoght, and lyft my hert to the;
My sawle thou dere hase boght, thi lufer make it to be.
The I covete, this world noght, and for it I fle;
Thou ert that I have soght - thi face when may I see?
Thow make my sawle clere, for lufe chawnges my chere.
Jesus, receive my heart, and bring me to thy love;
You art all my desire, but I covet thy coming.
Thou make me clean of sin, and let us never separate;
Kindle a fire within me, that I may win thy love
And see thou face, Jesus, in joy that never ceases.
Jesus, my soul thou mend; thy love into me send,
That I may dwell with thee in joy without end.
In love thou wound my thought, and lift my heart to thee;
My soul thou dearly has bought, thy lover make it to be.
Thee I covet, this world not, and from it I flee;
Thou art that which I have sought - thy face when may I see?
Thou make my soul clear, for love changes my cheer.