HYMN To thee our inmost heart doth cry, Our voice resounds in melody, For thee chaste love with longing yearns, Our humbled soul doth worship thee. And when dense blackness falls to close The day in thickest folds of night, Let not our faith such darkness know, But by that faith let dark be light. Allow thou not our souls to rest; Our sins in rest, we pray thee, bind: Let pure, refreshing faith be strong To cool all dreams that heat the mind. Stripped clean from senses’ danger, let Our inmost heart dream deep of thee; Let not our envious foe disturb Our rest with guile and treachery.
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 01:11:57 +0000
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