1 Thou art all Love, my dearest Lord,
thou art all lovely too:
Thy Love I at they Table taste,
thy Loveliness I view.
But Thou more lovely art to me
for all that thou hast born:
Each Cloud set off thy Lustre more;
thee all thy Scars adorn.
2 Thy Garments tinctur'd with thy Blood,
the best and noblest Dye,
Out-shine the Robes that Princes wear;
thy Thorns their Gems out vie.
That I may be all Love to thee,
and lovely like thee too,
O cleanse me with thy precious Blood,
and me thy Beauty shew.
3 My former Vows I now renew
O Lord, as thou art mine,
I freely give my Heart to thee,
for ever I'll be thine.