Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought,
    Thy presence owns ineffable, divine;
Chastised each rebel self-encentered thought,
    My will adoreth Thine.

With eye down-dropt, if then this earthly mind
    Speechless remain, or speechless e’en depart;
Nor seek to see—for what of earthly kind
    Can see Thee as Thou art?—

If well-assured ’tis but profanely bold
    In thought’s abstractest forms to seem to see,
It dare not dare the dread communion hold
    In ways unworthy Thee,

O not unowned, thou shalt unnamed forgive,
    In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare;
And if in work its life it seem to live,
    Shalt make that work be prayer.

Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies,
    Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part,
And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes
    In recognition start.

But, as thou wiliest, give or e’en forbear
    The beatific supersensual sight,
So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer
    Approach Thee morn and night.