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48 Thou art my Light and Guiding Star

When Night and Shades surround me.

My Wealth in time of Pinching Care.

My Hight, when Deeps confound me.

In Bitterness my Honey sweet,

My Roof, and Shelter where I fit,

When Tempests fall around me.

Thou art my lovely Garden where

I find sweet Calm and Pleasure.

Thou art my Flower most charming Fair;

My Ornament and Treasure.

My Rose i'th' Valley of the Cross,

Refreshing me when oft with Loss

Thorns interrupt my Leisure.

Thou art my Comfort when distrest;

When freed me joyful making,

My daily Care in which I'm blest.

My Thought when I'm Awaking.

In Sleep my Dream, and sweet Repose;

The Curtain which I interpose

In Bed, the World forsaking.

And to what else most Beautiful,

My Love, shall I compare thee.

I'll call thee my Desire in full;

And my One-All declare Thee.

For what I want thou art to me,

Oh! let my Heart then constantly

In Heavenly Flames Insphear Thee.