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[VII. O come, loved Spirit, come to me]
O come, loved Spirit, come to me!
My heart, my heart, invoketh thee.
Though dark and cheerless broods my night,
Thy presence fills it all with light.
My heart, my heart, invoketh thee.
Though dark and cheerless broods my night,
Thy presence fills it all with light.
O come, loved Spirit, gently come!
O make beside my heart thy home!
Look on me with endearing smile,—
That look shall all my woes beguile.
O make beside my heart thy home!
Look on me with endearing smile,—
That look shall all my woes beguile.
O be thou ever, ever nigh!
Bend on me thy complacent eye:
Then shall my heart swell up to thee,
My soul be large, my spirit free.
Bend on me thy complacent eye:
Then shall my heart swell up to thee,
My soul be large, my spirit free.
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Bear me away, through sun and star,
To worlds of softest light afar:
Then bid my wearied eyelids close,
On pillowed flowers, in blest repose.
To worlds of softest light afar:
Then bid my wearied eyelids close,
On pillowed flowers, in blest repose.
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