Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, If mine I am; and Thine much more Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, If mine I am; and Thine much more Then I or ought or can be mine. Yet to be Thine doth me restore, So that again I now am mine, And […]
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap.
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not,
My heart did heave, and there came forth, 'O God'! By that I knew that thou wast in the grief,
Kill me not ev'ry day, Thou Lord of life, since thy one death for me
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: