The Lord giveth a tenfold Honour to the Soul — Between God and the Soul only Love.

The mouth of the Lord hath spoken,
Hath spoken a mighty word;
My sinful heart it hath broken,
Yet sweeter I never heard.
"Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire,
And My love's eternal bliss;
Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast,
And My mouth's most holy kiss.
Thou art the treasure I sought and found,
Rejoicing over thee;
I dwell in thee, and with thee I am crowned,
And thou dost dwell in Me.
Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever,
And nearer thou canst not be;
Shall aught on earth or in heaven sever
Myself from Me?"
'Twixt God and thee but love shall be,
'Twixt earth and thee distrust and fear,
'Twixt sin and thee shall be hate and war,
And hope shall be 'twixt heaven and thee,
Till night is o'er.