As a man seeks his treasure and a lover her prize,
So I long for You; for You my soul cries.
My idol, obsession, my treasure, my gold,
My master, my mission, my model, my mold.
What love burns within me; how can I contain
The passion that drives me; I cannot refrain
From singing Your praises in word and in song,
From recounting Your faithfulness all the year long.
I cannot comprehend the height of Your ways,
Your glory unchanging, from the beginning of days.
My love — how consuming of thought and of mind,
A clinging, enraptured, but not at all blind.
Your Name — it defines me, Your gifts I will share
With passion and eagerness, and boldly declare
That You are my yearning, my hope and my life,
In good times and bad times, in peace and in strife.
How unworthy I am to have such a love
For One so majestic, yet with peace like a dove.
How weak I stand in the light of Your strength,
At its height and its depth, its width and its length,
And yet in my frailties I long all the more
For the beautiful greatness of the You I adore,
But the love that consumes me is nothing compared
To the love You first gave me, that for me You first cared.
My Jesus, my Savior, my heart will resound
In longing and seeking for the Rest my soul’s found.