repose sweet Sweet,

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