And art Thou come with us to dwell

the heart is glad for thee! it knows

none now shall bid it err or mourn;

and o’er its desert breaks the rose

in triumph o’er the grieving thorn.

thou bringest all again; with thee

is light, is space, is breadth and room

for each thing fair, beloved, and free

to have its hour of life and bloom.

the world is glad for thee! the heart

is glad for thee! and all is well,

and fixed and sure, because thou art,

whose name is called emmanuel.