'Child of the Eternal Father,
Bride of the Eternal Son,
Dwelling place of God the Spirit
Thus with Christ made ever one;
Dowered with joy beyond the
angels
Nearest to His throne,
They, the ministers attending
His beloved one;
Granted all my hearts desire,
All things made my own;
Feared by all the powers of evil,
Fearing God alone,
Walking with the Lord in glory
Through the courts divine,
Queen within the royal palace,
Christ forever mine;
Say, poor worldling, can it be,
That my heart should envy thee? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem