Note 10 — Chapter XVII · THE MONK'S DEPARTURE
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Jesus, best comfort of my soul, Be Thou my only love, My sacred saviour from my sins, My door to heaven above! O lofty goodness, love divine, Blest is the soul made one with thine! Alas, how oft this sordid heart Hath wounded thy pure eye! Yet for this heart upon the cross Thou gav'st thyself to die! Ah, would I were extended there Upon that cold, hard tree, Where I have seen Thee, gracious Lord, Breathe out thy life for me! Cross of my Lord, give room! give room! To Thee my flesh be given! Cleansed in thy fires of love and pain, My soul rise pure to heaven! Burn in my heart, celestial flame, With memories of Him, Till, from earth's dross refined, I rise To join the seraphim! Ah, vanish each unworthy trace Of earthly care or pride, Leave only, graven on my heart, The Cross, the Crucified!