Love took me softly by the hand,
Love led me all the country o'er,
And showed me beauty in the land,
That I had never seen before
Never before, 
Never before,
O Love, sweet Love! sweet Love!

There was a glory in the morn,
There was a calmness in the night,
A mildness in the southwind borne,
That I have never felt aright
Never aright, 
Never aright,
O Love, sweet Love!

But now it cannot pass away,
I feel it wheresoe'er I go,
It cannot, cannot pass away,
I feel it wheresoe'er I go,
And in my heart by night and day
Its gladness moveth to and fro:
By night and day, 
By night and day,
O Love, sweet Love! O Love, sweet Love!