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The, Book of Praise.
Their streaming tears together flow For human guilt and mortal woe ; Their ardent prayers together rise Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
Together both they seek the place Where God reveals His awful face ; How high, how strong, their raptures swell, There's none but kindred souls can tell
Nor shall the glowing flame expire, When nature droops her sickening fire ; Then shall they meet in realms above ; A heaven of joy, because of love.
Anna Lcetitta Ba?'ba?rfd. [1773.1
O quant juvatfratres, Deus.
O Lord, how joyful 'tis to see The brethren join in love to Thee ; On Thee alone their heart relies, Their only strength Thy grace supplies.
How sweet, withia Thy holy place, With one accord to sing Thy grace, Besieging Thine attentive ear With all the force of fervent prayer.
O may we love the house of God, Of peace and joy the blest abode; O may no angry strife destroy That sacred peace, that holy joy.
The world without may rage, but we Will only cling more close to Thee, With hearts to Thee more wholly given, More wean'd from earth, more fix'd on Heaven.