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I'm drunk in Your sweet love, as fresh as dew. Love, sweeter than the sweet, saturate me anew! Love tightly holds my hand, leads on always; I on Your bosom rest, all Your love to taste. How I long, O Lord, in Your love to feast, Let Your love o'ershadow me; Your banner over me is You, Your love, For Your love is naught else but Thee. |
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You're my most precious love, my only One; The object of my love is Yourself, Lord, alone. If merely You impart redemption, love, I know that to my heart these won't be enough. How I yearn, O Lord, for Your very self! I know deep within, You are all. You, Lord, so full of love, are all I seek; You alone all my heart enthrall. |
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