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THE BLESSED TRINITY
I adore Thee of no word exprest—
Thou hast taught me to adore Thee as the bird is taught to build her nest.
I adore Thee, O my Wood of perfumed leaves,
As the darkness comprehending that believes!
Thou hast taught me to adore Thee as the bird is taught to build her nest.
I adore Thee, O my Wood of perfumed leaves,
As the darkness comprehending that believes!
I adore the Vision I behold,
As a region stored with mountains issues sovereign with its crowns of gold;
Multitudinous it stands, remaining one,
In its crested frontier, clear to look upon.
As a region stored with mountains issues sovereign with its crowns of gold;
Multitudinous it stands, remaining one,
In its crested frontier, clear to look upon.
Father, Son, Sweet Breathing of the Twain,
Overhead a deep concerting and a plot that is at last made plain—
God must die for us: with message of such Love,
God the Father from His Bosom frees a Dove.
Overhead a deep concerting and a plot that is at last made plain—
God must die for us: with message of such Love,
God the Father from His Bosom frees a Dove.
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