Yehuda he-Hasid

"Sweet hymns shall be my chant and woven songs, For Thou art all for which my spirit longs-- To be within the shadow of Thy hand And all Thy mystery to understand. The while Thy glory is upon my tongue, My inmost heart with love of thee is wrung, So though Thy mighty marvels I proclaim, Tis songs of love wherewith I greet Thy name."

"I have not seen Thee, yet I tell Thy praise, Nor known Thee, yet I image forth Thy ways. For by Thy seers and servants mystic speech Thou didst Thy sovran splendour darkly teach, And from the grandeur of Thy work they drew The measure of Thy inner greatness, too. They told of Thee, but not as Thou must be, Since from Thy work they tried to body Thee. To countless visions did their pictures run, Behold through all the visions Thou art one."

"Truth is Thy primal word; at thy behest The generations pass - O aid our quest For Thee, and set my host of songs on high, And let my psalmody come very nigh. My praises as a coronal account, And let my prayers as Thine incense mount. Deem precious unto Thee the poor mans song, As those that to thine altar did belong. Rise, O my blessing, to the lord of birth, The breeding, quickening, righteous force of earth. Do Thou receive it with acceptant nod, My choicest incense offered to my God. And let my meditation grateful be, For all my being is athirst for Thee. from Millgram, A. E., Anthology of Medieval Hebrew Literature, Abelard, 1961."