TILL LOVE SHALL LOVE RELIEVE

The Love, the Love, that I bespeak
Works wonders in the soul
When I'm whole, it makes me sick
When sick, it makes me whole.

I'm overcome, I faint, I fail
Till Love shall Love relieve
More Love Divine, the wound can heal
Which Love Divine did give.

More of the Joy that makes me faint
Would give me present ease
If more should kill me
I'm content, to die of that disease.