It is my sun that lightens me,
My well-spring, me refreshing!
My sweetest wine, my heav'nly bread,
My cov'ring when before Thee,
And my glory,
My shield in hour of need,
My house that riseth o'er me!
Ah! dearest love, why was I born,
If Thou my soul forsakest?
If Thou withdraw'st, I'm all forlorn,