Lo! Thy grace face Makes me . . . meek! Oh thee make me to seek thine altar of divine brace . . . Atweel! My mundane . . . in breach . . . When my madrigals . . . flow as tears Thou mother of spring . . . Soft, mellow, mirth. . . I sing . . . Thy song of unknown . . . Oh angel Of Earth . . . gravid mine soul . . . >From child my path . . . Of sojourn . . . I ne'er lorn Through thy fidelity from thee I lore Thee relume . . . my sheen soul Thou art! Thee ruse . . . evangelist Who carry those burdens . . . smiles as rose . . . With thee my ambrosial life bloom Heed . . . to thy hospice . . . my abode I sing as a lone bird . . . Who carry thy chasm . . . thou creator of 'bard
