Incarnate Love that died for me,
To Thee myself I gladly yield,
I consecrate my all to Thee.
Source of all light, who flesh became,
Shed Thy bright beams upon my head,
Burn in my heart a constant flame.
All truth must Thy reflection be;
Within my heart set up Thy throne,
And in Thy freedom make me free.
Thou cross on which He groaned and died,
And man's redemption thus secured,
In Thy blest shadow let me hide.
Thy heavenly dove to earth come down,
May He within make His abode,
My life with His dear presence crown.
For which He did the cross endure,
Fill with Thyself and make me blest,
Contented, restful and secure.