My Lord, my Life, my Love,
to thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove:
thou art my joy, my all.
My only sun to cheer
the darkness where I dwell;
the best and only true delight
my song hath found to tell.
To thee in very heaven
the angels owe their bliss;
to thee the saints, whom thou hast called
where perfect pleasure is.
And how shall man, thy child,
without thee happy be,
who hath no comfort nor desire
in all the world but thee?
Return my Love, my Life,
thy grace hath won my heart;
if thou forgive, if thou return,
I will no more depart.
to thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove:
thou art my joy, my all.
My only sun to cheer
the darkness where I dwell;
the best and only true delight
my song hath found to tell.
To thee in very heaven
the angels owe their bliss;
to thee the saints, whom thou hast called
where perfect pleasure is.
And how shall man, thy child,
without thee happy be,
who hath no comfort nor desire
in all the world but thee?
Return my Love, my Life,
thy grace hath won my heart;
if thou forgive, if thou return,
I will no more depart.