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The beauty of Thy strength, Thou Mighty One!

These things my soul desireth: Lord, I pray,

Grant me Thy mercy; turn Thee not away.

Be Thou revealed, Dearest of mine!

And spread o'er me Thy canopy of peace;

Lo! with Thy glory all the earth shall shine,

And we shall know a joy that shall not cease.

Hasten, Belovèd, for the time is nigh,

And have compassion as in days gone by.