Do I not love thee, Lord most high,
In answer to thy love for me!
I seek no other liberty
But that of being bound to Thee.
May memory no thought suggest
But shall to thy pure glory tend;
May understanding find no rest
Except in Thee, its only end.
My God, I here protest to Thee
No other will I have than thine;
Whatever thou hast given me
I here again to Thee resign.
All mine is thine, say but the word;
Whate'er Thou willest--be it done;
I know thy love, all-gracious Lord--
I know it seeks my good alone.
Apart from Thee all things are naught;
Then grant, O my supremest bliss!
Grant me to love Thee as I ought;
Thou givest all in giving this.
--Ignatius Loyola, tr. by Edward Caswall.