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 But I  have  felt  thee  in  my  thoughts Fighting with  sin  for  me; And when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know The sweetness  is  from  thee.

And when,  dear  Spirit! I kneel  down Morning and  night  to  prayer. Something there  is  within  my  heart Which tells  me  thou  art  there.

Yes! when I  pray  thou  prayest  too, Thy prayer  is  all  for  me; But when  I  sleep,  thou  sleepest  not, But watchest  patiently.

Then, for  thy  sake,  dear  Angel! now More humble  will  I  be: But I  am  weak,  and  when  I  fall, Oh, weary  not  of  me!

Oh, weary  not,  but  love  me  still. For Mary's  sake,  thy  Queen; She never  tired  of  me,  though  I   Her  worst  of  sons  have  been.

Then love  me,  love  me. Angel dear! And I  will  love  thee  more; And help  me  when  my  soul  is  cast Upon the  eternal  shore. — Father Faber.

Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth  not  crave  for  rest? Who would  not  seek  the  happy  land, Where they  that  loved  are  blest; Where loyal  hearts,  and  true, Stand ever  in  the  light, All rapture  through  and  through, In God's  most  holy  sight?