Saturday, September 6, 2008

O' Beloved

O Beloved is my love so weak,
That it bringeth me not to Thee,
Then let me weep more and more each day,
Till by weeping, it strengthened be.

But then if it's strength be still too less,
And the fountain of tears run dry,
Tears of blood, let me weep, yea untill,
By weeping for Thee, I may die.

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