1.

Here on my bed I lie.
Weighed down with grief, I sigh.
Gone is my Bridegroom, my soul’s true delight.
I cannot rest and so
I must arise and go
Out in the cold and the blackness of night.
(S. of S. 3:1)

2.

My soul is bowed down low;
Through winding streets I go,
Hoping to find Him beyond every bend.
Watchmen, they find me there,
Seeking in deep despair
For my Belovèd, my Bridegroom, my Friend.

3.

Sadly, I turn—but see!
My Bridegroom comes to me,
He who has won me and ravished my heart.
Him I embrace—and know
I’ll never let Him go.
Sorrow and mourning forever depart.

Written by Johanne Sandvik (published in 1929)Composed by Caroline Volla-SørlieText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ C