FAIR soul, created in the primal hour,
Once pure and grand,
And for whose sake I left my throne and power
At God's right hand—
By this sad heart, pierced through because I love thee,
Let love and mercy to contrition move thee.

Cast off the sins thy holy beauty veiling,
Spirit divine!
Vain against thee the host of hell assailing—
My strength is thine.
Drink from my side the wine of life immortal,
And love will lead thee back to Heaven's portal.

Quench in my light the flame of low desire,
Crush doubt and fear;
Even to my glory may each soul aspire,
If victor here.
Die now to earth, with earthly vanity,
And live for evermore in Heaven with me.

I, for thy sake, was pierced with many sorrows,
And bore the Cross;
Yet heeding not the galling of the arrows,
The shame or loss.
So, faint not thou, whate'er the burden be,
Bear with it bravely, even to Calvary.

Still shall my spirit urge if thou delayest,
My hand sustain;
My blood wash out thy errors if thou strayest—
Plead I in vain?
An hour is coming when the judgment loometh;
Repent, fair soul, ere yet that hour cometh.