Love Brought Me Down; And Cannot Love Make Thee Carol For Joy To Me? Hear Cheerful Robin Carol From His Tree, Who Owes Not Half To Me I Won For Thee. "Yea, Lord, I Hear His Carol'S Wordless Voice; And Well May He Rejoice Who Hath Not Heard Of Death'S Discordant Noise. So Might I Too Rejoice With Such A Voice." "True, Thou Hast Compassed Death; But Hast Not Thou The Tree Of Life'S Own Bough? Am I Not Life And Resurrection Now? My Cross Balm-Bearing Bough For Such As Thou?" "Ah Me, Thy Cross! - But That Seems Far Away; Thy Cradle-Song To-Day I Too Would Raise, And Worship Thee And Pray: Not Empty, Lord, To-Day Send Me Away." "If Thou Wilt Not Go Empty, Spend Thy Store; And I Will Give Thee More, Yea, Make Thee Ten Times Richer Than Before. Give More And Give Yet More Out Of Thy Store." "Because Thou Givest Me Thyself, I Will Thy Blessed Word Fulfil, Give With Both Hands, And Hoard By Giving Still; Thy Pleasure To Fulfil, And Work Thy Will."