O may my spirit with the saints’ be knit;
No more in private ways Thyself to seek,
But freed from self and for Thy building fit.
That self-confined or closed I may not be;
How deep within myself I long have been,
If Thou deliver not, I’ll ne’er be free.
That from myself I fully may come forth;
Thy Spirit then through me may freely flow,
And Thou Thy presence fully may show forth.
That I from my seclusion may depart;
My private seeking poverty has brought,
Now save from self, Thy wealth to me impart.
That prisoned in my self no more I’ll be;
By Satan’s cunning cheated nevermore,
But loosed from self to Thine infinity.
That self may bind my spirit nevermore;
With all the saints I’d mingle in Thy life,
And all Thou art enjoy forevermore.