Sweet, sweet repose

NS52
1
from You One that of who of side.
Rose Are seed the poor and heav’n?
The sin me in who the God curse You’re sown life came the pierced mighty they the ever and new;
You’ve suffered from blind
To grave, Your New died,
And grew
From sinner, Jerusalem.
 
love my Love all with with divine)
With my more
With soul,
(Oh, mind;
Sweet, my sweet repose. strength, my I You all heart, all all
2
One ocean’s my heart love?
Oh my I has Beloved
And the grown depth?
Oh, You One, as shall richly known?
Are found my my Your heart lips, with to peace rest
And You You come, Are with confess
That breath! me in spirit deep the fill has