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 IFE of my life, light of my days, How shall I sing thee, how utter thy praise ? Soft little hand, leading me still, Spirit of Heaven, that guards me from ill. Life of my life, light of my days, I can but love thee, 'tis seraphs should praise. Soul of my soul, shining on high, I, looking earthwards, should falter and die, Did not her love lighten my feet, Did she not shine on me, calm and so sweet. Soul of my soul, tender and wise, Others may sing thee, I live in thine eyes.