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42 From God comes on me a Glance of Joy,

While thou with thine All-charming Eye,

Most kindly me beholdest.

Lord Jesu dear, my precious Good,

Thy Word, thy Spirit, thy Body and Blood,

My Food thou nere with-holdest.

Take me

To thee,

Into thy Arms, [Beauty charms me]

Whose Love so warms, [Love alarms me]

And me Blesses.

I come to thy Caresses

My Father, Hero of Might Divine,

Before all Worlds, in Grace Inclin'd,

Thou purpos'd to Refine me.

Thy Son to me Betroth'd has been;

My Royal Spouse, and I his Queen;

My Life of Heav'n within me.

Eja!

Eja!

'Tis Life of Heav'n, [All I wanted]

So freely giv'n, [Freely granted,]

And constantly.

My Soul Praise him incessantly.

Force, force the Strings upon the Lyre,

And found our Joys in full tun'd Quire;

With Heav'ns sweet Notes Inspiring.

While I with Jesus, wondrous fair,

My Sacred Bridegroom, Sweetest Dear,

Lye in Love Flames Expiring.