“Now have I seen Thee and found Thee,
For Thou hast found Thy sheep;
I fled, but Thy love would follow―
I strayed, but Thy grace would keep.
Thou hast granted my heart’s desire—
Most blest of the blessed is he
Who findeth no rest and no sweetness
Till He rests, O Lord, in Thee.
O Lord, Thou seest, Thou knowest,
That to none my heart can tell
The joy and the love and the sorrow,
The tale that my heart knows well.
But to Thee, O my God, I can tell it—
To Thee, and to Thee, Lord, alone:
For Thy heart my heart hath a language
For other hearts it hath none.”