The One Long-Sought

Perfect and pure the fire that burns

Smokeless to the original flame,

Perfect the soul that can endure

And earns the glory of the Name.

Imperfect the heart that sorrowing yearns

For human joys and vain desires,

That feels apart and feels impure

Unable to hear the heavenly choirs

Approaching earth on soundless feet

Touching the offered soul with bliss

And drawing near the One long-sought

His gift the true transforming kiss.