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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Winkler, MB, Canada
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Wallace, ID, United States
This is not the Lily of the Valley. It starts I have found a friend in Jesus.
Likasi, KATANGA, Democratic Republic Of Congo
His Name is wonderful. I just want to be as a simple tool in His holy hands.