All Things Wished For, But Denied

Thou art my soul, though life is vain, Thou art my hope, thou art my pain, Thou art my world of joy and gladness, My heaven above my realm of sadness; Thou art my night of dream and sleep, My day when into song I leap. Thou art my rest from tears and laughter, Thou art the heaven I wait here-after. Since thou this love hast given to me, The world a place of light must be, And as on wings my soul must soar, My own, my love for evermore! Thou art my soul, though life is vain, Thou art my hope, thou art my pain, Thou art my world of joy and gladness, My heaven above, my realm of sadness, My own, my love for ever-more!