When will the day be
That I become Thine vassal?
When will the day be
That I get redemption?
Was not this poor creature's thoughts
But confused until this day?
Was it ever clear?
From the day Thou gave
The one Word for me
To vision clear in silentness,
Beyond the little whiff of rapture,
There was nothing
As the flood of Bliss
That comes welling up spontaneous.
Far, far have I wandered.
Only by the bliss
Of the constant thought of you, I live.