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Not a sound invades the stillness,
Not a form invades the scene,
Save the voice of my Belovèd,
And His precious person seen.
Not a form invades the scene,
Save the voice of my Belovèd,
And His precious person seen.
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O Belovèd, precious Savior,
May I ask in Your embrace
Why You came, and how You linger
With me in this heav'nly place?
May I ask in Your embrace
Why You came, and how You linger
With me in this heav'nly place?
O Belovèd, precious Savior,
May I ask in Your embrace
Why You came, and how You linger
With me in this heav'nly place?
May I ask in Your embrace
Why You came, and how You linger
With me in this heav'nly place?
2
In the silence, Thou dost visit
And dost whisper to my heart
Thine intent, in inner chambers,
And that Thou my Lover art.
And dost whisper to my heart
Thine intent, in inner chambers,
And that Thou my Lover art.
In the silence, Thou dost visit
And dost whisper to my heart
Thine intent, in inner chambers,
And that Thou my Lover art.
And dost whisper to my heart
Thine intent, in inner chambers,
And that Thou my Lover art.
3
And within those heav'nly places,
Calmly hushed in sweet repose,
There I drink, with joy absorbing
All the love Thou wouldst disclose.
Calmly hushed in sweet repose,
There I drink, with joy absorbing
All the love Thou wouldst disclose.
And within those heav'nly places,
Calmly hushed in sweet repose,
There I drink, with joy absorbing
All the love Thou wouldst disclose.
Calmly hushed in sweet repose,
There I drink, with joy absorbing
All the love Thou wouldst disclose.
4
Wrapt in deep, adoring silence,
Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,
Lest I lose the smallest saying
Meant to catch the ear of love.
Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,
Lest I lose the smallest saying
Meant to catch the ear of love.
Wrapt in deep, adoring silence,
Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,
Lest I lose the smallest saying
Meant to catch the ear of love.
Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,
Lest I lose the smallest saying
Meant to catch the ear of love.
5
Rest, then, O my soul, contented,
Thou hast reached thy happy place,
In the bosom of thy Savior,
Gazing up in His dear face.
Thou hast reached thy happy place,
In the bosom of thy Savior,
Gazing up in His dear face.
Rest, then, O my soul, contented,
Thou hast reached thy happy place,
In the bosom of thy Savior,
Gazing up in His dear face.
Thou hast reached thy happy place,
In the bosom of thy Savior,
Gazing up in His dear face.
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