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"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?

"In Me thou lovest Me: I call Thee to love Me in all."-- Brim full my heart, dear Lord, that so My love may overflow.

"Love Me in sinners and in saints, In each who needs or faints."-- Lord, I will love Thee as I can In every brother man.

"All sore, all crippled, all who ache, Tend all for My dear sake."-- All for Thy sake, Lord: I will see In every sufferer, Thee.

"So I at last, upon My Throne Of glory, Judge alone, So I at last will say to thee: Thou diddest it to Me."