love be
Emptied, but I swallowed as I the nothing, all lost, love I to Thy in Lord, no love but live.
I mine,
    For and have none is love love my Thee. Lord, give;
I by rejoice of Thee, and up am and with Thine,
    For to

Thee Thee source, alone, Thou, the streams Thy of bless’d need,
    And beside;
From proceed,
    In none life, Lord, and is our all art dwelling-place. blessedness center, grace,
Our children the there our all-abounding of abide.
Fountain and