The heart is moved by one supreme desire:
in cold and darkness it will yet aspire
to seek the source of wondrous warmth and light,
to find the realm that is forever bright.
"O heart, draw near," so sings the heavenly choir.
"Your place is her, beside the altar fire."
The heart responds, and as it opens wide
the light and warmth come in and there abide.
The light is Christ; his outstretched hands will bring
new life to all; with joy they now can sing:
"My heart is strangely warmed, my faith will soar;
I trust in thee alone, forevermore!"