Art thou weary, sad, and lonely,
       All thy summer past?
       One remaineth, and One only—
       Hear His voice at last.

       Open to Me, My beloved,
       I have waited long,
       Till the night fell on the glory,
       Silence on the song.

       Soul, for thee I left My glory,
       Bore the curse of God—
       Wept for thee with bitterest weeping,
       Agony and blood.

       Soul, for thee I died dishonoured
       As a felon dies;
       For thou wert the pearl all priceless
       In thy Saviour's eyes.

       Soul, for thee I rose victorious,
       Glad that thou art free;
       Entered heaven in triumph glorious,
       Heaven I won for thee.

       Sorrow, sin, and desolation,
       These thy claim to Me:
       Love that won thee full salvation,
       This My claim to thee.

       Soul, I knock, I stand beseeching,
       Turn Me not away;
       Heart that craves thee, love that needs thee,
       Wilt thou say Me nay?
                                               G. Tersteegen