Love on my heart from heaven fell

Love on my heart from heaven fell,

Soft as the dew on flow'rs of Spring,

Sweet as the hidden drops that swell

Their honey-throated chalicing.

Now never from him do I part,

Hosana evermore I cry,

I taste his savour in my heart,

And bid all praise him as do I.

Without him noughtsoever is,

Nor was... afore, nor e'er shall be:

Nor any other joy than his

Wish I for mine to comfort me.