O’ Love Divine, supreme and wild,  
Thy spell has bound me, deep beguiled.  
I sit, a prisoner to thy thought,  
In rapture, lost—my soul is sought.  

Thy bliss, a cloud that wraps the skies,  
My sight doth see thee, all my eyes.  
Thy voice is the music of my ear,  
Thy touch, the pulse that draws me near.  

O’ Love, intoxicate me whole,  
Thy love the drink that fills my soul.  
I seek thee, ever, in the air,  
Thy presence found, both here and there.  

My heart, thy throne—thine image reigns,  
Thy beauty flows through all my veins.  
My tongue, thy love it ever speaks,  
In dreams of thee, my spirit seeks.  

My hands, they write the sacred rhyme,  
Thy love is carved in every line.  
My feet, in search of thee they go,  
Thy path a flame in every flow.  

O’ Love Divine, thy call, I hear,  
In every breath, thou art so near.  
Thy essence, rooted deep in me,  
A yearning soul, thy light I see.  

For in thee, I am made whole,  
And in thy love, I find my soul.  
O’ Love Divine, supreme and pure,  
Thy bliss, forever, shall endure.