66. The Beloved

Dew abundant from the depths divine,
O sweet white Flower, pure as mountain snow,
O precious Fruit of that celestial Flower,
O Ransom from the everlasting woe—
Thou holy sacrifice for sins of men,
The gift that the eternal Father gave—
O Dew of life, by Thee I live again,
By Thee Who camest down to seek and save.
I see Thee small in low and humble guise,
And me Thou seest, great in shame and sin—
Lord, I would be Thy daily sacrifice,
Though I am worthless, vile, and foul within.
Yet into that mean cup Thy grace will pour
The love that overflows for evermore.

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First Line: Dew abundant from the depths divine
Title: The Beloved
Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277
Language: English
Publication Date: 1899
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