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 Again did Vivekananda pour forth with his sweet, charming voice melody after melody. He sang:

The Lord, My Husband

1. How glorious is the beauty! How charming is the face! The Lord of my heart hath come to my (humble) abode.

2. Lo! the spring of my love is running over (with joy) !

3. O Lord of my soul! Thou who art pure love, what riches can I offer to Thee? O, accept my heart, my life, my all. Yes, Lord, my all deign to accept!

Nothing Good or Beautiful Without the Lord

1. What comfort can there be in life, O gracious Lord! If the bee of soul doth not always linger on Thy lotus-feet!

2. What use can there be in countless wealth, If Thou, the most precious gem, art not kept with care!

3. The tender face of the child I will not look upon, If in that face, lovely as the moon, I see not Thy loving face !