If you destine me to be host,
O Divine Miller
why not make Me flour?
Go cast your windmill...
Your Divine Will Grind Me!
MY VINTAGE
Squeeze the cluster to Thy bosom. It is yours, my Love.
In the Divine Winery no pain reigns!
This is My Body.
Squeeze the cluster to Thy bosom. It is yours, my Love.
In the Divine Winery no pain reigns!
BREAD OF LIFE
Oh, that divine morsel of love
that bread that I gave.
There was no better harvest
for the beloved little flock of the most sweet Pastor
Oh, that divine morsel of love
that bread that I gave.
There was no better harvest
for the beloved little flock of the most sweet Pastor
