I lose me in the thought!

How great is God,--and I how merely nought!

What doth that Sun whence clearest splendours stream

Know of the mote that dances in his beam?

Nay, if I may but ever live and move

In the One Being who is perfect Love,

Th' Eternal and the Infinite alone,

Let me forget all else, and all I deemed my own!

Closer than my own self art Thou to me,

So let me wholly yield myself to Thee;

Be Thou my Sun, my selfishness destroy,

Thy atmosphere of Love be all my joy,

Thy Presence be my Sunshine ever bright,

My soul the little mote that lives but in Thy light!