O Joy Of Creation To Be! O Rapture To Fly And Be Free! Be The Battle Lost Or Won, Though Its Smoke Shall Hide The Sun, I Shall Find My Love, The One Born For Me! I Shall Know Him Where He Stands, All Alone, With The Power In His Hands Not O'Erthrown; I Shall Know Him By His Face, By His Godlike Front And Grace; I Shall Hold Him For A Space, All My Own! It Is He O My Love! So Bold! It Is I All Thy Love Foretold! It Is I. O Love! What Bliss! Dost Thou Answer To My Kiss? O Sweetheart! What Is This Lieth There So Cold?