“’Tis in mercy I have pain’d thee,
Wand’rer in a desert wild;
Now I know that I have gain’d thee,
O, my love! my undefiled!”
Thus he soothed me,
With his accents sweet and mild.
Now I follow where he leads me,
I am his, and he is mine;
With the richest love he feeds me,
While upon him I recline;