Classic Poem

Jesus, sweet is love of Thee
Nor may nothing so sweet be;
Nought that man may think or see
Can have sweetness near Thee.

Jesus, no song may be sweeter
Nor thought in heart blissfuller,
Nought may be felt lightsomer
Than Thou, so sweet a Lover!

Jesus, Thy love was us so free
That it from Heaven brought Thee:
For love full dear Thou boughtest me,
For love Thou hung on Roode-tree.

Jesus, for us Thou hung on Rood
For love Thou gave Thy hearte blood;
Love Thee made our soule's food
Thy love us brought to alle good.

Jesus, my Leman thou art so free
That all Thou diddest for love of me.
What shall I for that yielde Thee?
Thou askest but the love of me.

Jesus, my Dear, my Love, my Light,
I will Thee love and that is right:
Make me Thee love with all my might
And for Thee mourn both day and night.

Jesus, forsooth there is no thing
In all this world of such liking
That knows so much of love-longing
As Thou, Jesus, my Dear Sweeting.

Jesus, Thy love is sweet and strong!
All my life for Thee I long,
Teach me Lord Thy love song,
With sweet tears ever among.

Jesus, look Thou pity me!
When shall my soul come to Thee?
How long shall it here be
Where I can not my Leman see?

Jesus, Lord, my Sweeting,
Hold me ever in Thy keeping:
Make of me Thy darling
That I Thee love over all thing.