The Creation

O MY Son, I long to give Thee
In my love a loving bride,
Who shall by Thy goodness merit
With Us ever to abide;

Who shall, at the heavenly banquet,
Eating of My bread with Me,
Learn to know the wondrous treasure,
That I have, My Son, in Thee;
And that in Thy grace and beauty,
As a glory round her shed.
She with Me may joy together.
Then the Son gave thanks and said

On the bride which Thou wilt give Me
I My brightness will bestow,
So that she My Father's goodness
In its light may love and know ;
Learning also how My Being
From His Being doth overflow.
With My arms I will embrace her
And Thy love shall be her light,
So for ever shall Thy goodness
Be exalted with delight.