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LOVE.
I.
What is it that makes the maidenSo like Christ in Heaven above?
Or, like Heavenly Eve in Aiden,
Meeting Adam, blushing:—love—
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
II.
What is it that makes the murmurOf the plaintive turtle dove
Fill our hearts with so much Summer
'Till they melt to passion?—love—
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
III.
See the Rose unfold her bosomTo the amorous Sun above—
Bursting into fragrant blossom
At his sight!—what is it?—love—
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
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IV.
Like the peace-song of the AngelsSent to one from Heaven above
Who believes in Christ's Evangels—
Is the voice of one in love—
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
V.
Christ, who once on earth was sorry,Captain of the host above,
Left his Father's throne of glory
To redeem us by his love—
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
VI.
Why was he made Mediator—Stooping from the Heavens above?
Was he not our Great Creator?
Angels answer—“God is Love”—
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
VII.
All the Christian ConstellationsChoiring through the realms above,
Soon would cease their ministrations
Were it not for thee, oh! Love!
Love, love, love!
ECHO.
Love!
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