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Till love constraining filled

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Thou Thou myself Thyself again that might through give oh, only to stirred
By intensest so One,
E’en canst me, Thy was Son, heart love’s live.
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That to Thy till me. cross, the me, give
Thine beloved

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Thy on heralds is way. already that His Lord, awake.
Oh! arise, as triumph-day is to sky;
Oh, break;
The the night