And is not heaven enough for thee?
“Were God not there ’twere a tomb to me.”
O Bride, the saints in glory shine,
Can they not fill that heart of thine?
“Nay, were the Lamb, their light, withdrawn,
The saints in gloom would weep and mourn.”
Can the Son of God not comfort thee?
“Yea, Christ and none besides for me!
For mine is a soul of noble birth,
That needeth more than heaven and earth;