All things from Thee apart can nevermore disturb.
When first in love Thou called, my heart to Thee was drawn;
On silent paths we trod, love’s covenant, our bond.
This Thou would’st ne’er forget; ’twas in Thine heart engraved.
At dawn of youthful days, what lay ahead shined bright;
The altar should have blazed till day of radiant light.
They steal them unaware, beguiling them astray.
But love of youth, I found, called ceaselessly, always;
How could I let heart’s ground uncultivated stay?
My vineyard dost provide, enrapture me with wine.
Here I respond to Thee, in Achor’s Vale, hope’s door;
Thy face unveiled I see, my long-lost Love’s restored.
Now Thou my “Husband” art; in love I’m trothed to Thee.
Dry cisterns I forsake, life’s Fount again embrace;
Love’s feast with joy partake, immersed in depths of grace.
I’d live, yet “No more I,” be one with Thee for aye.
One space for Thee and me, so loving, intimate,
I’d disappear in Thee, fore’er inseparate.