text: Come, O come, my lifes delight,
  Let me not in languor pine!
  Love loves no delay; thy sight,
  The more enjoyed, the more divine:
  O come, and take from me
  The pain of being deprived of thee!
  
  Thou all sweetness dost enclose,
  Like a little world of bliss.
  Beauty guards thy looks: the rose
  In them pure and eternal is.
  Come, then, and make thy flight
  As swift to me, as heavenly light.