My yearning for Your love has wounded my poor soul
And every other kind of love is now no love at all
The love inside my heart, the air that fills my breath
Glorious light inside my mind, my only love and strength
Your beauty is without compare, the glory of the Word
Your loveliness perpetual, the glory of the world
My God, come. My God, come.
Brighten my mind and heart, gently breathe unto me
The breeze of Your serenity, and make my body free
Shine on my feeble mind, Your sweet celestial light
The dazzling motion of divine knowledge and holy might
I trust Your love to guide me right
into Your arms to hold me tight
I cannot bear to be apart
I am ablaze with Your sweet love
My God, come. My God, come.
Jonathan Jackson