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More tender must our love become, More plentiful our praise.
We are not angels, but we may Down in earth's corners kneel,
And multiply sweet acts of love, And murmur what we feel.
JESUS, MY GOD AND MY ALL.
O Jesus, Jesus ! dearest Lord ! Forgive me if I say
For very love Thy Sacred Name A thousand times a day.
1 love Thee so, I know not how My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul.
Oh wonderful ! that Thou shouldst let
So vile a heart as mine Love Thee with such a love as this,
And make so free with Thine.
The craft of this wise world of ours
Poor wisdom seems to me; Ah ! dearest Jesus ! I have grown
Childish with love of Thee !