But I have felt thee in my thoughts
Fighting with sin for me;
And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.
And when, dear Spirit! I kneel down
Morning and night to prayer.
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me thou art there.
Yes! when I pray thou prayest too,
Thy prayer is all for me;
But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.
Then, for thy sake, dear Angel! now
More humble will I be:
But I am weak, and when I fall,
Oh, weary not of me!
Oh, weary not, but love me still.
For Mary's sake, thy Queen;
She never tired of me, though I
Her worst of sons have been.
Then love me, love me. Angel dear!
And I will love thee more;
And help me when my soul is cast
Upon the eternal shore.
— Father Faber.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest;
Where loyal hearts, and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight?
