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[The gospel mystery]
The gospel mystery,
To ages past unknown,
Is manifest, O Christ, with Thee
Inhabiting Thine own.
What tongue can ne'er express
The joy of saints Thou art,
The taste of glorious happiness,
In every faithful heart.
To ages past unknown,
Is manifest, O Christ, with Thee
Inhabiting Thine own.
What tongue can ne'er express
The joy of saints Thou art,
The taste of glorious happiness,
In every faithful heart.
To this poor heart of mine,
Jesus, Thyself reveal,
The earnest sure of joys Divine,
And my salvation seal:
I only live for this
To know Thy pardoning grace,
Anticipate that heavenly bliss,
And die in Thy embrace.
Jesus, Thyself reveal,
The earnest sure of joys Divine,
And my salvation seal:
I only live for this
To know Thy pardoning grace,
Anticipate that heavenly bliss,
And die in Thy embrace.
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