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Praises to the Lover of my soul

Jesus, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there:
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
Lord, with Thy love my heart inflame.

O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell but Thy pure love alone
O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown;
All coldness from my heart remove:
May every act, word, thought, be love.

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