Thy love hast Thou told from the days of old,
Thou hast written my name in Thy Book divine;
Engraved on Thy Hands and Thy feet it stands,
And on Thy side as a sign.
O glorious Man in the garden of God,
Thy sacred Manhood is mine.
I kneel on the golden floor of heaven
With my box of ointment sweet,
Grant unto me, Thy much forgiven,
To kiss and anoint Thy feet.
Where wilt thou find that ointment rare,
O My beloved one?
Thou brakest my heart and didst find it there,
Rest sweetly there alone.
There is no embalming so sweet to Me,
As to dwell, My well-beloved, in thee.