The Revelations of Mechthild of Magdeburg (The Flowing Light of the Godhead) · 49 of 59

The Soul that Loveth Speaketh to her Lord

If the world were mine and all its store, And were it of crystal gold; Could I reign on its throne for evermore, From the ancient days of old, An empress noble and fair as day, O gladly might it be, That I might cast it all away, Christ, only Christ for me. For Christ my Lord my spirit longs, For Christ, my Saviour dear; The joy and sweetness of my songs, The whilst I wander here. O Lord, my spirit fain would flee From the lonely wilderness to Thee.