Lord, dost Thou look on me, and will not I Launch out my heart to Heaven to look on Thee? Here if one loved me I should turn to see, And often think on him and often sigh. And by a tender friendship make reply To love gratuitous poured forth on me. And nurse a hope of happy days to be, And mean "until we meet" in each good-bye. Lord, Thou dost look and love is in Thine Eyes, Thy heart is set upon me day and night, Thou stoopest low to set me far above: O Lord, that I may love Thee make me wise; That I may see and love Thee grant me sight; And give me love that I may give Thee love. |