O God, Thy thought is far above
My utmost thought of Thee,
And yet Thy thought to me is love;
And Love comes near to me.
O Love, come near and nearer still;
Fold me in quietness
Till all the movements of my will
Thy conquering power confess,
That so, of Love alone aware,
Love flowing over me,
Thy Spirit may direct my prayer
To that which pleaseth Thee.
-Amy Carmichael, Wings, Part 1