Love took me softly by the hand

Love took me softly by the hand,

Love led me all the country o'er,

And showed me beauty in the land,

That I had never seen before

Never before,

O Love, sweet Love! sweet Love!

There was a glory in the morn,

There was a calmness in the night,

A mildness in the southwind borne,

That I have never felt aright

Never aright,

O Love, sweet Love!

But now it cannot pass away,

I feel it wheresoe'er I go,

It cannot, cannot pass away,

I feel it wheresoe'er I go,

And in my heart by night and day

Its gladness moveth to and fro:

By night and day,

O Love, sweet Love! O Love, sweet Love!