Did e’er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all. Amen.
13. (34)
1 The strife is o’er, the battle done,
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun.