See All My Pain and Need

The longings of man, O Lord, run deep,
Desires of body and soul,
They ruin his day, disturb his sleep,
And make of him a fool.

No passion is greater than need for you,
No wider emptiness;
Than self is required a vaster view,
Which pride balks to confess.

Let pride forever peel away,
See all my pain and need;
Touch and heal me — with me stay,
Complete and fill me, I plead.