"THOU whom I love, for whom I died,
Lovest thou Me, My bride? " —
Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord,
Believed in and adored.
" That I love thee the proof is plain :
How dost thou love again? " —
In prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,
In a long-carried cross.
" Yea, thou dost love : yet one adept
Brings more for Me to accept." —
I mould my will to match with Thine,
My wishes I resign.
"Thou givest much : then give the whole
For solace of My soul." —
More would I give, if I could get:
But, Lord, what lack I yet?