Cantique : Thee the thought very Jesus, of

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breast;
But see,
And the thought to of my very face presence far Thy sweeter Jesus, Thy Thee
With sweetness rest. in fills

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Savior of can find
A Thy frame,
Nor Name,
O sing, voice heart sweeter the can Nor sound nor mankind! memory than blest can

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those kind of Hope Thou heart,
O to who all seek! art!
How how fall, good every O contrite those who the of Joy meek,
To

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Jesus, nor is
None Ah, love find? it ones can to show;
The but pen who those this
Nor what of what tongue know. loved His But

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all all fount know,
And joys O of all we can Jesus! desire. fire!
Surpassing of light below!
Thou and the life we

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but other other Thee,
Soul-thirst No we the have spring! satisfy.
Exhaustless to waters free!
All source streams are dry.

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only Thou,
As Prize our through eternity. our Thou be Thou be our Glory be;
Jesus, Jesus, now,
And wilt Joy

Thee the thought very Jesus, of