HYMN XLVIII. Here I will dwell

Ah me, I'm never well but when I on my best Beloved lean, Then I am never ill: Crosses and Trials all are slight, And Pain is sweet, and Troubles light, Come whatsoever will.

Here I could wish my greatest Foe Might rest like me, and happy know The Riches of the Lamb: The Streets then would be full of Praise, Of Jesu's Blood, his gracious Ways, His Mercy and his Name.

If Jesus will permit me, I Will leaning on him live and die, And great the Blessing count: My Life, dear Lord, I'd live to Thee, My Death should also glorious be, Like Moses in the Mount.

My sweet Experience I'd proclaim To all the Followers of the Lamb. Hear me, my Friends, I say: For I am happy, I am well, Belov'd of God, unchangeable! And with him Night and Day.