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More love to thee, O Christ! More love to thee!
Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee.
This is my earnest plea:
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More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee! More love to thee!
Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek; Give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be:
Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain;
Sweet are thy messengers, Sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me:
Then shall my latest breath Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry My heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be: