Ah! sweet Jesus,
pierce the marrow of my soul
with the healthful arrows of your love,
that it may truly burn, and melt, and languish,
with the desire for you alone;
that it may desire to be dissolved, and to be with you;
let it hunger alone for the bread of life;
let it thirst after you,
the spring and fountain of eternal light,
the stream of true pleasure;
let it always desire you, seek you, and find you,
and sweetly rest in you. Amen.
Source: Bonaventura, d. 1274
Source of this version: Freely modified from Prayers of the Middle Ages, edited by J. Manning Potts, 1954.