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The Footsteps

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #20 (1899) First Line: Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes Lyrics: Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes; My heart is glowing fire, My hand is grace— And see how swift My foot, and follow Me. For thou with Me shalt scorned and martyred be, Betrayed by envy, tempted in the wilds, And seized by hate, and bound by calumny; And they shall bind thine eyes lest thou should’st see, By hiding Mine eternal truth from thee. And they shall scourge thee with the world’s despite, And shrive thee with the ban of doom and dread, For penance thy dishonoured head shall smite, By mockery thou to Herod shalt be led, By misery left forlorn— And bound by want, and by temptation crowned, And spit upon by scorn. The loathing of thy sin thy cross shall be, Thy crucifixion, crossing of thy will; The nails, obedience that shall fasten thee, And love shall wound, and steadfastness shall slay, Yet thou shalt love Me still. The spear shall pierce thy heart; My life shall be The life that lives and moves henceforth in thee. Then as a conqueror loosened from the cross, Laid in the grave of nothingness and loss, Thou shalt awaken, and be borne above Upon the breath of Mine Almighty love. Languages: English

In the Garden of God

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #22 (1899) First Line: When mine eyes are dim with weeping Lyrics: When mine eyes are dim with weeping, And my tongue with grief is dumb; And it is as if Thou wert sleeping, When my heart calleth, “Come;” When I hunger with bitter hunger O Lord for Thee, Where art Thou then, Belovèd? Speak, speak to me— “I am where I was in the ancient days, I in Myself must be; In all things I am, and in every place, For there is no change in Me. Where the sun is My Godhead, throned above, For thee, O Mine own I wait; I wait for thee in the Garden of love, Till thou comest irradiate, With the light that shines from My Face divine, And I pluck the flowers for thee; They are thine, beloved, for they are Mine, And thou art one with Me. In the tender grass by the waters still I have made thy resting-place; Thy rest shall be sweet in My holy will, And sure in My changeless grace— And I bend for thee the holy Tree, Where blossoms the mystic Rod, The highest of all the trees that be In the Paradise of God. And thou of that Tree of life shalt eat, Of the Life that is in Me; Thou shalt feed on the fruit that is good for meat, And passing fair to see. There, overshadowed by mighty wings Of the Holy Spirit’s peace, Beyond the sorrow of earthly things, The toil and the tears shall cease. And there beneath the eternal Tree I will teach thy lips to sing, The sweet new song that is strange to thee In the land of thy banishing. They follow the Lamb where’er He goes To whom it is revealed; The pure and the undefiled are those, The ransomed and the sealed. Thou shalt learn the speech and the music rare, And thou shalt sing as they, Not only there in my garden fair, But here belovèd, to-day! O Lord, a faint and a feeble voice Is mine in this house of clay, But Thy love hath made my lips rejoice, And I can sing and say, “I am pure, O Lord, for Thou art pure, Thy love and mine are one; And my robe is white, for Thine is white, And brighter than the sun. Thy mouth and mine can know no moan, No note of man’s sad mirth, But the everlasting joy alone Unknown to songs of earth; And for ever fed on that living Tree, I will sing the song of Thy love with Thee.” Languages: English

Dwelling in Love

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #25 (1899) First Line: I rejoice that I cannot but love Him Lyrics: I rejoice that I cannot but love Him, Because He first loved me; I would that measureless, changeless, My love might be; A love unto death and for ever; For, soul, He died for thee. Give thanks that for thee He delighted To leave His glory on high; For thee to be humbled, forsaken, For thee to die. Wilt thou render Him love for His loving? Wilt thou die for Him who died? And so by thy dying and living Shall Christ be magnified. And deep in the fiery stream that flows From God’s high throne, In the burning tide that for ever glows Of the marvellous love unknown; For ever, O soul, thou shalt burn and glow, And thou shalt sing and say, “I need no call at His feet to fall, For I cannot turn away. I am the captive led along With the joy of His triumphal song; In the depths of love do I love and move, I joy to live or to die; For I am borne on the tide of His love To all eternity:” The foolishness of the fool is this, The sorrow sweeter than joy to miss. Languages: English

The Gift

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #26 (1899) First Line: What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? Lyrics: “What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? Love maketh thy steps to fly.” Lord, to Thee my jewel I bring, Greater than mountains high; Broader than all the earth’s broad lands, Heavier than the ocean sands, And higher it is than the sky: Deeper it is than the depths of the sea, And fairer than the sun, Unreckoned, as if the stars could be All gathered into one. “O thou My Godhead’s image fair, Thou Eve from Adam framed, My flesh, My bone, My life to share, My Spirit’s diadem to wear, How is thy jewel named?” Lord, it is called my heart’s desire, From the world’s enchantments won; I have borne it afar through flood and fire And will yield it up to none; But the burden I can bear no more— Where shall I lay it up in store? “There is no treasure-house but this, My heart divine, My Manhood’s breast; There shall My Spirit’s sacred kiss Fill thee with rest.” Languages: English

A Song in the Night

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #28 (1899) First Line: O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet Lyrics: O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet, In darkest hours revealed in love to me, In those dark hours I fall before Thy feet, I sing to Thee. I join the song of love, and I adore With those who worship Thee for evermore. Thou art the Sun of every eye, The Gladness everywhere, The guiding Voice for ever nigh, The Strength to do and bear; The sacred Lore of wisdom’s store, The Life of life to all, The Order mystic, marvellous In all things great and small. Thy love hast Thou told from the days of old, Engraved on Thy hands and Thy feet it stands, And on Thy side as a sign; O glorious Man in the garden of God, Thy sacred Manhood is mine. I kneel on the golden floor of Heaven With my box of ointment sweet, Grant unto me, Thy much forgiven, To kiss and anoint Thy feet. “Where wilt thou find that ointment rare, O My belovèd one?” Thou brakest my heart, and didst find it there, Rest sweetly there alone. “There is no embalming so sweet to Me As to dwell, my well-belovèd, in thee.” Lord, take me home to Thy palace fair, So will I ever anoint Thee there. “I will, but My plighted troth saith, ‘Wait,’ And My love saith, ‘Work to-day;’ My meekness saith, ‘Be of low estate,’ And My longing, ‘Watch and pray;’ My shame and sorrow say, ‘Bear My cross;’ My song saith, ‘Win the crown;’ My guerdon saith, ‘All else is loss;’ My patience saith, ‘Be still;’ Till thou shalt lay the burden down, Then, when I will. Then, beloved, the crown and palm, And then the music and the psalm; And the cup of joy My hand shall fill Till it overflow; And with singing I strike the harp of gold I have tuned below. The harp I tune in desolate years Of sorrow and tears, Till a music sweet the chords repeat, Which all the heavens shall fill; For the holy courts of God made meet, Then, when I will.” Languages: English

Things Seen and Heard

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #30 (1899) First Line: Thou hast shone within this soul of mine Lyrics: Thou hast shone within this soul of mine, As the sun on a shrine of gold; When I rest my heart, O Lord, on Thine, My bliss is manifold. My soul is the gem on Thy diadem, And my marriage robe Thou art; If aught could sever my heart from Thine, The sorrow beyond all sorrows were mine, Alone and apart. Could I not find Thy love below, Then would my soul as a pilgrim go To Thy holy land above; There would I love Thee as I were fain With everlasting love. Now have I sung my tuneless song, But I hearken, Lord, for Thine; So shall a music, sweet and strong, Pass into mine. “I am the Light, and the lamp thou art; The River, and thou the thirsty land; To thee thy sighs have drawn My heart, And ever beneath thee is My Hand. And when thou weepest it needs must be Within Mine arms that encompass thee; Thy heart from Mine can none divide, For one are the Bridegroom and the Bride; It is sweet, beloved, for Me and thee To wait for the Day that is to be.” O Lord, with hunger and thirst I wait, With longing before Thy golden gate, Till the Day shall dawn When from Thy lips divine have passed The sacred words that none may hear But the soul that, loosed from the earth at last, Hath laid her ear To the mouth that speaks in the still sweet morn Apart and alone— Then shall the secret of love be told The mystery known. Languages: English

Made One

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde. d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #32 (1899) First Line: The mouth of the Lord hath spoken Lyrics: The mouth of the Lord hath spoken, Hath spoken a mighty word; My sinful heart it hath broken, Yet sweeter I never heard; “Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire And My love’s eternal bliss: Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast, And My mouth’s most holy kiss. Thou art the treasure I sought and found, Rejoicing over thee; I dwell in thee, and with thee am I crowned, And thou dost dwell in Me. Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever, And nearer thou canst not be— Shall aught on earth or in Heaven sever Myself from Me?” Languages: English

Beneath His Banner

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #33 (1899) First Line: 'Twixt God and thee but love shall be Lyrics: ’Twixt God and thee but love shall be; ’Twixt earth and thee distrust and fear, ’Twixt sin and thee shall be hate and war; And hope shall be ’twixt Heaven and thee Till night is o’er. Languages: English

The Highway

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #34a (1899) First Line: It is a wondrous and a lofty road Lyrics: It is a wondrous and a lofty road Wherein the faithful soul must tread, And by the seeing there the blind are led, The senses by the soul acquaint with God. On that high path the soul is free, She knows no care nor ill, For all God wills desireth she, And blessed is His will. Languages: English

The Bride, the Lamb's Wife

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #34b (1899) First Line: Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trod Lyrics: Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trod The chamber of eternal rest, The secret treasure-house of God, Where God is manifest: “Created things, arise and flee, Ye are but sorrow and care to me.” This wide, wide world, so rich and fair, Thou sure canst find thy solace there? “Nay, ’neath the flowers the serpent glides, Amidst the bravery envy hides.” And is not Heaven enough for thee? “Were God not there, ’twere a tomb to Me.” O Bride, the saints in glory shine; Can they not fill this heart of thine? “Nay, were the Lamb their Light withdrawn, The saints in gloom would weep and mourn.” Can the Son of God not comfort thee? “Yea, Christ and none besides for me. For mine is a soul of noble birth, That needeth more than Heaven and earth; And the breath of God must draw me in To the Heart that was riven for my sin. For the Sun of the Godhead pours His rays Through the crystal depths of His Manhood’s grace. And the Spirit sent by Father and Son Hath filled my soul, and my heart hath won; And the longing and love are past and gone, For all that is less than God alone— God only, sweet to this heart of mine, O wondrous death that is life divine!” Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series), 1899 Languages: English