My Joy, my Life, my Crown!
My heart was meaning5252meaning, intending a good matter all the day,
Somewhat it fain would say,
And still it runneth muttering up and down
With only this, My Joy, my Life, my Crown!
Yet slight not these few words;
If truly said, they may take part
Among the best in art:
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords
Is, when the soul unto the lines accords.
He who craves all the mind,
And all the soul, and strength, and time,
If the words only rhyme,
Justly complains that somewhat is behind
To make His verse, or write a hymn in kind.
Whereas, if th' heart be moved,
Although the verse be somewhat scant,
GOD doth supply the want;
As when th' heart says, sighing to be approved,
O, could I love!' and stops,--GOD writeth, 'Loved.'