Shards of hope, light this cathedral,
Awaken my soul, to your wonderful
treasure placed within this earthly vessel.
The altar of my soul, everything mortal,
Touched by your power as you reveal,
Feelings that place me into heavens portal.
Weak is my soul, my hope in this travail,
Springs of grace, embrace the divine fuel,
All I need, through His perfect denial.
Immersed into Christ, one with the immortal,
Filled with his glory, flooding this temple,
Secure in his grip, my rest is now final.