Thou virgin soul! O thou
The crown of woman's story,
Thy Joseph's bliss and glory,
Thy kinswoman thou seekest now,
There thy faith to cheer and stir
Through what God hath wrought for her.
My faith, alas! is weak,
And where it sees not plainly
It strives to grasp but vainly,
And scarcely cares new strength to seek;
Seeing now what God can do,
May my faith grow stronger too!
Thou Pearl of women, here
Hast to His will resign'd thee,
Thou wilt not look behind thee;
Thy tender heart, towards one so dear
To thy friends, doth warmly glow,
Loving service fain would show.
God! I lament to Thee,
My will towards good is idle,
And yet I scarce can bridle
Its sinful impulses in me;
May my course hereafter prove
Rich in good works and in love!
At last thou goest forth,
Most loving soul and fairest,
With thee thy Lord thou bearest;
The Father's Word come down to earth.
Happy thou! that He will be
Thus companion unto thee.
The world is such a place,
Where we are pilgrims only,
And we must fear, if lonely
We meet the end that comes apace.
Jesus! let me then by faith
Walk with Thee through life and death!