O glorious Man in the garden of God,
Thy sacred Manhood is mine.
I kneel on the golden floor of heaven
With my box of ointment sweet,
Grant unto me, Thy much forgiven,
To kiss and anoint Thy feet.
Where wilt thou find that ointment rare,
O My belovèd one?
Thou brakest my heart and didst find it there,
Rest sweetly there alone.