O my Life and soul's breath--
I weep for weakness,
for I can barely hold
my wandering spirit in.

My self plays me traitor.
Why thirst I for the broken wells
Who have the Wine of Life?

Draw tight the bands
and fetters of Your grace;
and bind me to You,
lest I leave the One I love.

Clip my wings if I would fly--
I trust Your Lover's heart
where I dare not trust my own.