To meet the Bridegroom forth I go.
III
For Thee I leave the world behind—
Thou art my Bliss, O Bridegroom kind;
My beauty’s not mine own—
’Tis Thine, O Christ, alone;
Thy bridal-chamber I would see,
In perfect happiness to be.
In holy garb, with lamp aglow,
To meet the Bridegroom forth I go.