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DESIDERATISSIMAE
While in Solitude's inward cell
All amidst the crowd I dwell;
Ply life's little part, and take
Each task up for Thy dear sake,
Thoughts of all Thou wast and art
Pierce yet soothe the bleeding heart;
And those upward footsteps teach
My faint feet Thy path to reach:—
All amidst the crowd I dwell;
Ply life's little part, and take
Each task up for Thy dear sake,
Thoughts of all Thou wast and art
Pierce yet soothe the bleeding heart;
And those upward footsteps teach
My faint feet Thy path to reach:—
Path to where, with all who died
Clinging to the Crucified,
Thy sweet songs adoring rise,
Saint mid Saints in Paradise.
Still beneath Thy faithful care,
Ah! might I the Vision share!
Love Thee none the less, but more,
Heart with heart, the Lamb adore!
Clinging to the Crucified,
Thy sweet songs adoring rise,
Saint mid Saints in Paradise.
Still beneath Thy faithful care,
Ah! might I the Vision share!
Love Thee none the less, but more,
Heart with heart, the Lamb adore!
Yet meanwhile I would not Thou
Should'st behold what I am now:
Trembling lest this sin-struck heart
Me from Heaven and Thee should part.
If Thou seest my earthly way,
For the soul in prison pray;
Soul by Satan's treachery tried;
Sure, thou wilt not be denied!
Should'st behold what I am now:
Trembling lest this sin-struck heart
Me from Heaven and Thee should part.
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For the soul in prison pray;
Soul by Satan's treachery tried;
Sure, thou wilt not be denied!
—Lord, who in Thy wounded side
Bid'st the heavy-laden hide,
Though the sun of life be set,
Through the darkness aid me yet;
Patient down the way of woe
Grant me in Thy steps to go;
My fond tears forgive, accept;
Thou art Man; and Thou hast wept.
Bid'st the heavy-laden hide,
Though the sun of life be set,
Through the darkness aid me yet;
Patient down the way of woe
Grant me in Thy steps to go;
My fond tears forgive, accept;
Thou art Man; and Thou hast wept.
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