That so I might embrace Thee.
Oh! let me kiss that mouth of Thine,
My Jesus, Saviour gracious!
Thy mouth that e'en the sweetest wine,
And milk and honey precious,
In pow'r and virtue doth excel,
Of comfort, strength, and sap 'tis full,
And inwardly refreshes.
When oft my heart within doth cry,
No comfort can discover,