HYMN 71. (L. M.) Christ found in the Street, and brought to the
Church, Sol. Song iii. 1–5.
I
Often I seek my Lord by night,
Jesus, my love, my soul's delight;
With warm desire and restless thought
I seek him oft, but find him not.
II
Then I arise, and search the street
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchman of the night,
‘Where did you see my soul's delight?’
III
Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heavenly ray;
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in mine embrace.
IV
I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come,
To Sion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.
V
He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.
VI
I charge you all, ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin nor hell come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.
