Dear Is The Lost Wife To A Lone Man's Heart. (Hymn)

"I have loved thee with an everlasting love."     Dear is the lost wife to a lone man's heart,         When in a dream he meets her at his door,     And, waked for joy, doth know she dwells apart,         All unresponsive on a silent shore;     Dearer, yea, more desired art thou - for thee     My divine heart yearns by the jasper sea.     More than the mother's for her sucking child;         She wants, with emptied arms and love untold,     Her most dear little one that on her smiled         And went; but more, I want Mine own. Behold,     I long for My redeem'd, where safe with Me     Twelve manner of fruits grow on th' immortal tree;     The tree of life that I won back for men,         And planted in the city of My God.     Lift up thy head, I love thee; wherefore, then,         Liest thou so long on thy memorial sod     Sleeping for sorrow? Rise, for dawn doth break -     I love thee, and I cry to thee "Awake."     Serve, - woman whom I love, ere noon be high,         Ere the long shadow lengthen at thy feet.     Work, - I have many poor, O man, that cry,         My little ones do languish in the street.     Love, - 'tis a time for love, since I love thee.     Live, - 'tis a time to live. Man, live in Me.