I Though Other Eyes Were Turned To Him, He Turned To Look In Mine; Though Others Filled The Cup Abrim, He Might Not Taste The Wine. I Am So Glad My Eyes Were First In Which His Own Might Sink; I Am So Glad He Went Athirst Until I Bade Him Drink. Ii The Well-Belov'D Took My Hand And Led Me To His Fair Abode, The Home That Love And He Had Planned. (Strange That So Well I Knew The Road.) And Through The Open Door We Went, And At Our Feet The Hearth-Light Fell, And I--I Laughed In All Content, Seeing I Knew The Place So Well. Ah, To No Stranger Love Displayed Its Every Nook, Its Every Grace, This Was The House Of Dreams I Made Long, Long Before I Saw His Face. Iii I Jested Over-Much In Days Of Old, I Looked On Sorrow Once And Did Not Care, Now Love Hath Crowned My Head With Very Gold, I Will Be Worthy Of The Joy I Wear. There Is Not One A-Hungered Or A-Cold Shall Seek My Door But That He Too Shall Share Something Of This Vast Happiness I Hold; I Will Be Worthy Of The Joy I Wear. For I Was Hungered And Love Spread The Feast, Cold--And He Touched My Heart And Warmed It There, Yea, Crowned Me Queen--I Neediest Of His Least, I Will Be Worthy Of The Joy I Wear.