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a love rhapsody.
I, all unworthy and unmeet, I ween,
But I,—I have an angel's power of love,
And this redeems, and thus my part I claim,
In that fair glorious name,
And thou and I are one!
But I,—I have an angel's power of love,
And this redeems, and thus my part I claim,
In that fair glorious name,
And thou and I are one!
On what bright healing message we shall speed,
Whether to feed with dew youth's opening bloom,
Or bind with softest balm the hearts that bleed,
Broken and crushed in earth's yet mourning home;
Whether to wait, or do our Father's will,
I know not, but that still,
Shall thou and I be one!
Whether to feed with dew youth's opening bloom,
Or bind with softest balm the hearts that bleed,
Broken and crushed in earth's yet mourning home;
Whether to wait, or do our Father's will,
I know not, but that still,
Shall thou and I be one!
Whether with mighty pinions we shall soar
To bear glad tidings to the farthest star,
United we shall serve, united pour
One hymn of praise before God's flaming car.
Ah me! the raptured vision is too bright
And fair for mortal sight,
Till thou and I are one!
To bear glad tidings to the farthest star,
United we shall serve, united pour
One hymn of praise before God's flaming car.
Ah me! the raptured vision is too bright
And fair for mortal sight,
Till thou and I are one!
Whether with those, who duteous stand and wait,
And wave their verdant palms before His throne,
And wave their verdant palms before His throne,
