46. Arise, O My Rapture

46 ARISE, O MY RAPTURE Arise, O my rapture, at dawn I exclaim, Go seeking the face of my love, the King, I thirst at the thought of Him, burn as with flame, And chatter like swallow upon the wing. No gifts can I bring save of heart or of wit, My cause to my lips I can only trust. Desires my Redeemer a ritual fit, How should I suffice who am based on dust? When I with my self seek communion, I shrink, Were I mightier far, I should still be small, Soul and strength in adoring Thee faint and sink, Yet sing Thee I must till the end of all.