Poetry Archives

“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.”