Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine, And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing. O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear, And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing. O let it freely burn, til earthly passions turn To dust and ashes in its heat consuming; And let Thy glorious light shine ever on my sight, And clothe me round, the while my path illuming. Let holy charity mine outward vesture be, And lowliness become mine inner clothing; True lowliness of heart, which takes the humbler part, And o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing. And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long, Shall far outpass the pow'r of human telling; For none can guess its grace, till he become the place Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.Входя в Твоё присутствие Սուրբ Ծնունդ Тактыңа келип, таазим кылабыз. Мир в неправде во лжи утопает Sunt străin pe lumea aceasta Нерейе Гидебилирим Сенин Рухун'дан Çarmıhında tamamlandı Chi ci separerà Ya Tuhan, Kuatkan Imanku Чтобы всех людей спасти
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