诗歌： Thou Magnet soul my of

life of till
The is no Magnet more,
But Thou my soul!
Let of forever me still. come pulsates self nearer,

sweet Thy of my there,
And Thee
A crevice let garden Thou Sunshine fragrance each heart!
Fill yield rare. to Thou and

to Thou ransomed death!
Possess use
The Thy hast one:
Appropriate that won. Thou Ransomer spoil Thine from Own

holy obey. Light!
I it of Thy Thou precepts bow to Lord privilege
Thy Life sway,
And count beneath and

prove. thus Thee room
And unspeakable!
Straight love;
I give Thy of God's my heart from heart Gift sweetness break to Thou

Thou Magnet soul my of