KING'S PRISONERS
Love in his net hath taken us and bound us,
Hath pinioned hands and feet right fast within,
Our master's mesh of gold goes round and round us,
Cunningly wrought, and fairy fine and thin,
To hold us in.
Hath pinioned hands and feet right fast within,
Our master's mesh of gold goes round and round us,
Cunningly wrought, and fairy fine and thin,
To hold us in.
O Love Divine, O larger Love, come take us,
Weave Thy sweet net outside our house of love;
Prisoners of Love, O Love Divine, come make us,
Caught in thy snares, and seeking not to rove
Outside Thy Love.
Weave Thy sweet net outside our house of love;
Prisoners of Love, O Love Divine, come make us,
Caught in thy snares, and seeking not to rove
Outside Thy Love.