Oh Jesu mine,
may my heart learn
for you to
hunger so
that night and
day my soul will yearn
you never to
forgo!
Then mercy’s
time and hour shall be
Most sweet and pleasant
too,
Until one day
your kiss takes me
From this life
home to you.
Upon that place
my heart you laid
In white-red
garden blessed,
With you its
final beat shall fade
And at your
bosom rest.
And as a sinner
I draw nigh,
To
righteousness I’m led,
To your Jerusalem
on high,
Saved by your
bloody sweat.
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