Our hearts are deep ingrown with sin,
Entwined with innermost desires
Like tares in wheat, with woven roots
Close-bound, but fuel for the fire.
Lord, tear away each hidden cord
That draws us to depart from Thee,
That we may have the sacred scar
Of Thine own cross, That we may seek
With unchained limbs, for Thy reward
To follow after Thy desire,
For we would seek Thee in Thy fire
And we would see Thy glory, Lord.