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Thousand times I think on thee.

Come sweet Spouse to me.

A Thousand times I wish for thee:

Come sweet Spouse to me.

A Thousand times I cry to thee;

Come sweet Spouse to me.

Come my sweetest Spouse to me.

Heavenly Pastures me afford;

I new Life shall gain:

Drop the Milk of thy puré Word,

My Lips shall then be fain.

Immerse me in thy Bowels Lord,

Hope shall spring again:

Life of Love shall bloom amain.

No sweet Taste can Vie with thee,

Sweet delicious Love.

No sweet Smell comes near to thee,

Sweet Perfume of Love.

None for Mildness like to thee

Lov's sweet Lamb and Dove.

Jesu sweetest, sweet of Love.

I am Cold, Inflame thou me

Heavenly Lover.

I am Sick, oh! Comfort me

My Creator.

Ah! I Die, give Life to me,

O my Saviour,

Jesu, O my Saviour.

Hu