Hymn: of soul Thou Magnet my

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

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

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

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

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

of soul Thou Magnet my