Tonight, Lord, the sad moment just coming

When I so crave Thy sweet presence... Amen.

I beg You to drop some strength from Thy Word

Just one or two sounds to watch me abroad,



When my heart in exile is again chased away

Back in the world, not in Heaven, there I say

There I look for the prey which the Hunter will kill

With that sweet knife that today I was looking for real



Forgive me, for I forgot it, so there is panic in there

The prey, so ugly again, chases the Hunter, the prayer

And if the pyre of love's labours lost is now glee

It's just because tonight I'm burning for Thee