Longings | Visow | Page 9

Search me, O God, my actions try

Prince of peace, control my will

O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me

O Bread to pilgrims given

I want that adorning divine

Jesus, meek and gentle

My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace (revised)

Having seen the world’s fair beauty

Bless’d are the pure in heart

Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire (revised)