By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Song of Solomon 3:1.
Many are seeking Christ who have him already, though he hides himself; and many imagine they have him, who have him not; for such as have him only in their thoughts, and in their mouth, have him not in their heart. O my dear Saviour, let me always remember and firmly believe that thy Father loves me as he loves thee, and that thou lovest me also as thy very spouse and a member of thy body. Happy would that be for me, then I could love thee again; and we would delight in one another reciprocally, above all creatures.
Jesus, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting All,
I’ve none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.
How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to thee?
Or what’s my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me?
Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore,
Grant me the visits of thy face.
And I desire no more.
For while upon my restless bed
Amongst the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head,
’Tis morning with my soul.