“Take Care of Him” Christina Rossetti

"Thou whom I love, for whom I died,
        Lovest thou Me, My bride?"--
Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord,
        Believed in and adored.

"That I love thee the proof is plain:
        How dost thou love again?"--
In prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,
        In a long-carried cross.

"Yea, thou dost love: yet one adept
        Brings more for Me to accept."--
I mould my will to match with Thine,
        My wishes I resign.

"Thou givest much: then give the whole
        For solace of My soul."--
More would I give, if I could get:
        But, Lord, what lack I yet?

"In Me thou lovest Me: I call
        Thee to love Me in all."--
Brim full my heart, dear Lord, that so
        My love may overflow.

"Love Me in sinners and in saints,
        In each who needs or faints."--
Lord, I will love Thee as I can
        In every brother man.