The mouth of the Lord hath spoken, Hath spoken a mighty word; My sinful heart it hath broken, Yet sweeter I never heard. “Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire, And My love’s eternal bliss; Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast, And My mouth’s most holy kiss. Thou art the treasure I sought and found, Rejoicing over thee; I dwell in thee, and with thee I am crowned, And thou dost dwell in Me. Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever, And nearer thou canst not be; Shall aught on earth or in heaven sever Myself from Me?” |