The Hymn

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As the bridegroom to his chosen.

As the king unto  his realm,

As the keep unto his castle,

As the pilot to the helm,

So, Lord, are you to me.

As the fountain in the garden,

As the candle in the dark,

As the treasure in the coffer,

As the manna in the ark,

So, Lord, are you to me.

As the music at the banquet,

As the stamp unto the seal,

As the medicine to the fainting,

As the winecup to the meal,

So, Lord, are you to me.

As the ruby in the setting,

As the honey in the comb,

As the light within the lantern,

As the father in the home,

So, Lord, are you to me.

As the sunshine in the heavens,

As the image in the glass, 

As the fruit unto the fig tree,

As the dew upon the grass,

So, Lord, are you to me. 

-John Tauler