Where is the friend
Where is the Friend that everywhere I'm seeking?
When daylight comes my longing grows for Thee, King.
When day departs I have not found my Master,
Though the heart beats faster.
I hear his Voice where summer winds are breathing,
Where forests sing, and where the river's seething.
Its splendour fills me, and where that Voice is,
My heart rejoices.
I sense his Being in every move of nature,
The flower that blooms, and bends towards its Creator,
The very air I breathe, each sigh I utter,
Mingles with my Lover.
Be strong my soul, hope, pray, surrender.
Your friend beckons: soon you'll taste how tender
His love can be; and sink upon his Bosom
And never lose Him.
> Translated from Swedish by Ulick O'Connor