My joy

My spirit sang all day

O my joy.

Nothing my tongue could say,

Only My joy!

My heart an echo caught

O my joy

And spake,

Tell me thy thought,

Hide not thy joy.

My eyes gan peer around,

O my joy

What beauty hast thou found?

Shew us thy joy.

My jealous ears grew whist;

O my joy

Music from heaven is't,

Sent for our joy?

She also came and heard;

O my joy,

What, said she, is this word?

What is thy joy?

And I replied,

O see, O my joy,

'Tis thee, I cried, 'tis thee:

Thou art my joy.