It were my soul's desire To see the face of God; It were my soul's desire To rest in His abode. It were my soul's desire To study zealously; This, too, my soul's desire, A clear rule set for me. It were my soul's desire A spirit free from gloom; It were my soul's desire New life beyond the Doom. It were my soul's desire To shun the chills of hell; Yet more my soul's desire Within His house to dwell. It were my soul's desire To imitate my King, It were my soul's desire His ceaseless praise to sing. It were my soul's desire, When heaven's gate is won, To find my soul's desire Clear shining like the sun. Grant, Lord, my soul's desire, Deep waves of cleansing sighs; Grant, Lord, my soul's desire From earthly cares to rise. This still my soul's desire-- Whatever life afford-- To gain my soul's desire And see Thy face, O Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIDE OF FAITH by MARY ANN EVANS THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA THE WELL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF MARCH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. ETERNAL HUNGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |