Adoration

Down in the val­ley among the sweet grass­es

Walks my be­lov­èd—His foot­prints I see;

Haste I to fol­low Him

Sav­ior and Lov­er

How the winds whis­per Thy dear name to me.

Know’st Thou I seek Thee? O haste to dis­cov­er

The place of thy shel­tered and frag­rant re­treat

Where Thou dost rest with Thy flocks at the noon­tide

By fount­ains of wa­ter

un­searched by the heat.

Now I ap­proach Thee

O fair­est Re­deem­er!

Lured by Thy beau­ty to dwell in Thy love;

Hide not Thy face from the heart that ad­ores Thee;

Have I not sought Thee

and found Thee

my Dove!

Gentler Thy voice than the whis­per of an­gels—

Brighter Thy smile than the sun in the sky;

Gather me ten­der­ly

close to Thy bo­som

Faint with Thy love­li­ness—there let me die.