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.بيني وبينك Libero (finalmente) Somewhere in the middle Da Tunawar Ƙaunar Mai Ceto అదే అదే ఆరోజు యేసయ్యా Ai piedi della croce ạn srt fy̱ wạdy̱ Танръ'я садък ол సజీవ యాగముగ సర్వాంగ హొమముగా Երկնային Տաճարը Մտնենք
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