The Revelations of Mechthild of Magdeburg (The Flowing Light of the Godhead) · 33 of 59

How God maketh the Soul to be Free and Wise in His Love

My love, My dove, thy feet are red, Thy wings are strong, thy mouth is sweet, Thine eyes are fair, erect thy head, Beside the waters dost thou tread, Thy flight is far and fleet.

O Lord, the Blood that hath ransomed me Hath dyed my feet; With Thy faithfulness my wings are strong, With Thy Spirit my mouth is sweet. And my eyes are fair with the light of God, And safe in Thy shelter I lift my head, And beside the waters of life I tread, I follow where Thou hast trod; And my flight is swift, for Thy love hath need Of me, Lord, even me. When from the earthly prison freed My soul shall be; Then shall she rest through the ages blest, O Lord, in Thee.