O, my Saviour, through weeping,
Love hath the thoughts in keeping
That may content you.
Let not this misconceiving,
Where comforts early seeming,
Causeless torment you.
Let not this misconceiving,
Where comforts are listening,
Cause less torment you.
Clouds threaten but a shower,
Hope hath this happy hour,
Though long in lusting,
Thy needs must be attended,
Love must not be offended
With too much hasting.
Thy needs must be attended,
Love must not be offended
With too much hasting.
But our painful pleasure,
Where love attends the leisure
Of life's wretchedness,
Where hope is but il lusion,
And fear is but confusion
Of love's happiness,
where hope is but illusion
and fear is but confusion
of love's happiness.
O happy hope that singeth,
O hope unteppled greeneth
Of life deprived!
Oh, let me be assured
When life hath death endured,
Love will revive me.
O let me be assured
that when life hath
death in blood,
Love will revive me.