1 My spirit longs for thee within my troubled breast, though I unworthy be of so divine a guest. 2 Of so divine a guest unworthy though I be, yet has my heart no rest unless it come from thee. 3 Unless it come from thee, in vain I look around; in all that I can see no rest is to be found. 4 No rest is to be found but in thy blessed love: O let my wish be crowned, and send it from above!