Not love nor money should we seek to steal;
Nor for self praise and value be in need
For these things can not ever truly heal.
And onto a wrong path must surely lead.
Not to vice nor virtue must our wills be tied;
Yet by God’s grace we gently may be led
Our will directs attention which denied
May let our pride control our fuming head.
Not good nor bad can track the vane of God
Far from our sightless eyes are his affairs.
Yet Faith and Hope can be a dowsing rod
With Love the force to trace the Spirit bare.
Oh,come down,Spirit take me as your wife
Fill me with grace and fill me with new life