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( 5 ) That I may live on love at will,

That love may me incloſe;

That I may feed upon the ſweet

Of that pure Sharon roſe.

O precious and lovely one,

Thy love is ſweet to me,

And pow'rful upon my heart

I do it find to be.

O that I had my fill of love,

I long for more of Thee;

I love the Lord, doſt thou love me?

Can theſe two parted be;

Thy powerful and mighty love

My froward heart hath won,

And now my ſoul is captive led,

And all that's me within.

I think all men, and devils too,

Before thy love will bow,

If therefore thy allurements thou

Would'ſt upon them beſtow.

O fairer far than fons of men,

Thou never fades away;

Of beauty the perfection

In Thee doth ever ſtay.

The ſcatt'red beauties every one,

Which here below we ſee,

Are all thy handy-work each one,

By Thee ordain'd be.