Now show me Your glory

Our hearts are deep ingrown with sin,

Entwined with innermost desires

Like tares in wheat, with woven roots

Close-bound, but fuel for the fire.

Lord, tear away each hidden cord

That draws us to depart from Thee,

That we may have the sacred scar

Of Thine own cross, That we may seek

With unchained limbs, for Thy reward

To follow after Thy desire,

For we would seek Thee in Thy fire

And we would see Thy glory, Lord.