Made thine by the Eternal Will.
In these three worlds my Sorrow sits,
And each is dear because of thee;
I joyed in that, I wait in this,
And in the fulness of thy bliss
Thou waitest too, I know, for me.
Made thine by the Eternal Will.
In these three worlds my Sorrow sits,
And each is dear because of thee;
I joyed in that, I wait in this,
And in the fulness of thy bliss
Thou waitest too, I know, for me.