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 Mais si vous avez besoin de notre amour autant que nous avons besoin de votre justice,

Alors c'est que votre soif est grande!

 

, what if Thou, that for a cup of water promisest The illimitable sea, Thou, Lord, dost also thirst? Hast Thou not said, our blood shall quench Thee best And first Of any drink there be?

If then there be such virtue in it, Lord, Ah, let us prove it now! And, save by seeing it at Thy footstool poured, How, Lord—oh, how?

If it indeed be precious and like gold, As Thou hast taught, Why hoard it? There's no wealth in gems unsold, Nor joy in gems unbought.

Our sins are great, we know it; and we know We must redeem our guilt; Even so. 