Hymns.
107
O sweetest dart of love divine!
If I have sinned, then vengeance take:
Come, pierce this guilty heart of mine,
And let it die for his dear sake
Who once expired on Calvary,
His heart pierced through for love of me.
My dearest good! who dost so bind
My heart with countless chains to Thee!
O sweetest love, my soul shall find
In Thy dear bonds true liberty,
Thyself Thou hast bestowed on me,
Thine, Thine forever I will be!
Beloved Lord! in heaven above,—
There, Jesus, Thou awaitest me
To gaze on Thee with changeless love.
Yes, thus I hope,—thus shall it be:
For how can he deny me heaven,
Who here on earth himself hath given?
