Far be it that my heart forget Thy love,Forever shall my fervent soul aspire.
I was not heedless of Thy love divine,I feared its tremor might my side undo.
I did not fill the deserts of my span,Until Thy gentle breath came wafting through.
I loved none save my Lord, my Maker King,My burning heart grown weary with loving.
Behold, my passion in my bosom glows,Like fire among the brittle herbage grows.
That is no common love, but sacred fire,Within my soul, O Lord, and my desire.
That is no common love, but living flame,Whose light between my ribs doth flow the same.
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