SPIRIT Divine, we yearn and strive
Within our souls to keep alive
Some likeness of Thy love!
But 'tis at best a glimpse, a gleam,
Uncertain as a troubled stream
Reflects the heavens above.

The more we strive, the more we seem
To mar the vision; break the beam
Of glory that we chase.
A breath disturbs Thy still design;
We try to mirror the Divine,
And blur what we embrace.

Spirit Divine, brood down and fill
Us with Thy calm and make us still;
All sighing cares to cease.
Our restless longings cannot hold
The face of heaven unless it fold
Us round and whisper 'Peace.'