Lord, If I Love Thee And Thou Lovest Me, Why Need I Any More These Toilsome Days; Why Should I Not Run Singing Up Thy Ways Straight Into Heaven, To Rest Myself With Thee? What Need Remains Of Death-Pang Yet To Be, If All My Soul Is Quickened In Thy Praise; If All My Heart Loves Thee, What Need The Amaze, Struggle And Dimness Of An Agony? - Bride Whom I Love, If Thou Too Lovest Me, Thou Needs Must Choose My Likeness For Thy Dower: So Wilt Thou Toil In Patience, And Abide Hungering And Thirsting For That Blessed Hour When I My Likeness Shall Behold In Thee, And Thou Therein Shalt Waken Satisfied.