Great High-priest, who deign'dst to be

Once the sacrifice for me,

Take this living heart of mine,

Lay it on Thy holy shrine.

Love I know accepteth nought,

Save what Thou, O Love, hast wrought;

Offer Thou my sacrifice,

Else to God it cannot rise.

Slay in me the wayward will,

Earthly sense and passion kill,

Tear self-love from out my heart,

Though it cost me bitter smart.

Kindle, Mighty Love, the pyre,

Quick consume me in Thy fire,

Fain were I of self bereft,

Nought but Thee within me left.

So may God, the Righteous, brook

On my sacrifice to look,

In whose sight no gift has worth

Save a Christ-like life on earth.