Ashen thy fruit, O Love, thy crown is pain!
Sweet were thy words to me, thy soft caresses.
Child of my heart, O gain beyond all gain.
Sleep, while I shelter thee with arms and tresses!
Sleep thou, my babe, and sleep, thou bitter sea;
And sleep, O grief, within the heart of me.
Yea, I am thine, O Love. I am thy spoil!
Sleep thou, my son, sleep softly till the morrow!
Love, thou hast snared me in thy golden toil,
Still the loud seas though thou still not my sorrow!
Sleep thou, my babe; and sleep, thou bitter sea;
And sleep, O grief, within the heart of me.
WORSHIP
Earth, sea, and skies,
For me are in thine eyes,
Yea, thou for me
Holdest within thyself eternity.
As the dew’s sphere
Encloses all the clear
Fires hung in the night,
The thin moon and the shaken seas delight.
And there the rose
Where seraphs throne them, glows
Quiring God’s name,
With music that is sound of joy made flame.
God’s very grace
Is perfect in thy face,
Mirrored such wise
That I mine own soul there imparadise.