Nunc Dimittis

Lord of Love, Thy servant thus doth pray: Abide Thou where my Lady deigns to stay, Yet send Thy peace to lead me on my way;

Because the memories of the things that were-- That little blessed while with Thee and her-- Make me a heavy-hearted traveller.

And so, when some plain irks, or some steep hill, I--knowing that Thy will was once our will-- Shall be most sure Thou livest with her still,

And only waitest--Thou and she alone-- Until I know again as I have known The glory that abideth near our throne.