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ET my sweet song be pleasing unto Thee—

The incense of my praise—

O my Belovèd that art flown from me,

Far from mine errant ways!

(But I have held the garment of His love,

Seeing the wonder and the might thereof.)

The glory of Thy Name is my full store—

Enough for all the pain wherein I strove:

Increase my sorrow:—I will love Thee more!

Marvellous is Thy love!