How I love Thee, precious Jesus

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How I love Thee, precious Jesus,
  That Thy love laid hold of me;
Thou hast drawn and wooed and kissed me
  That a lover I may be!
  Our Beloved, how we love Him,
  So attractive, our delight.
We are captivated wholly
    And are comely in His sight.
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As a company of horses,
  Thou, O Lord, has likened me,
Strong and swift, with Pharaoh’s chariots,
  Full of natural energy.
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Just a lover with the dove’s eyes
  Fixed on Him and Him alone;
Changed are all my natural concepts,
  Oh, the Lord in me has grown!
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Now a lily of the valley,
  Standing out among the thorns,
In the Lord alone I’m trusting,
  Of my self-strength I’ve been shorn.
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Make us doves that hide in Thee, Lord;
  Bring us to the secret place.
There You find our voices sweet, Lord,
  And desire to see our face.
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Make us then, Lord, smoking pillars,
  Coming from the wilderness.
By Thy death and resurrection
  All our natural will suppress.
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You desire a couch to rest on—
  We become a rest to Thee;
Thou the Person in our being,
  Gone our personality.
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Now a palanquin You’re making—
  Nothing natural You’ll allow.
For Your move and Your expression
  Start this work within us now!
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You supply the wood and pillars
  For the structure and support,
Bottom gold and seat of purple
  For our King of royal court.
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Only this, O Lord, we offer
  For Thy palanquin so fine:

Just our love, so pure and fitted,
  The interior design.
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What a sight when our Beloved
  Wears a crown upon His brow;
Christ, the Church, are now united—
  Boast and glory to Him now!
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Diane

Wallace, ID, United States

This is not the Lily of the Valley. It starts I have found a friend in Jesus.


Jean Patience MVULA

Likasi, KATANGA, Democratic Republic Of Congo

His Name is wonderful. I just want to be as a simple tool in His holy hands.