Ps. lxxiii. 25.
As
the bridegroom to his chosen,
As
the king unto his
realm,
As
the keep unto the castle,
As
the pilot to the
helm,
So,
Lord, art Thou to me.
As
the fountain in the garden,
As
the candle in the
dark,
As
the treasure in the coffer,
As
the manna in the
ark,
So,
Lord, art Thou to me.
As
the music at the banquet,
As
the stamp unto the
seal,
As
the medicine to the fainting,
As
the wine-cup at the
meal,
So,
Lord, art Thou to me.
As
the ruby in the setting,
As
the honey in the
comb,
As
the light within the lantern,
As
the father in the
home,
So,
Lord, art Thou to me.
As
the sunshine to the heavens,
As
the image to the
glass,
As
the fruit unto the fig-tree,
As
the dew unto the
grass,
So,
Lord, art Thou to me.
J. Tauler.
