I ask you, Lord Jesus,
To develop in me, your lover,
An immeasurable urge toward you,
An affection that is unbounded,
A longing that is unrestrained,
A fervour that throws discretion to the winds!
The more worthwhile our love for you,
All the more pressing does it become
Reason cannot hold it in check,
Fear does not make it tremble,
Wise judgment does not temper it.