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H! my sweet Pearl, my precious Crown,

God and the humble Marys Son,

Heaven's King, and Earths Low-bowing.

My Heart calls thee its Lily true:

But thou art Rose and Lily too;

With Milk and Honey flowing.

Sweet Flood!

Rich Food!

Hosanna, this [Sing Hosanna]

True Manna is; [Heav'nly Manna]

Angels Feasting

Its Savour with us Resting.

Thou Ruby fair, Bright Jasper Stone,

Deeply into my Heart pour down,

Thy burning Streams Anointed.

Thy Golden Sea, in Love's full Tide;

While I in full swoln Joys abide

Thy Spousal Rib fast joynted.

Heav'ns Rose,

Gracious,

I'm Sick and cry, [I am crying]

Heart wounded lie. [wounded lying]

Poor and lonely,

I can be help'd by Thee only