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1 Thou, Lord, reign'st in this bosom,
There, there hast thou thy throne,
Thou, thou know'st that I love thee,
Am I not surely thine own?
O Lord, my God,
Am I not surely thine own.
2 Speak, Lord, speak, I implore thee,
Say, say, I shall be thine!
Thou, thou know'st that I love thee,
Say but that thou wilt be mine,
Jesus, my Lord,
Say but that thou wilt be mine.
3 Faith, faith now has embraced thee,
Hope, hope pierces the skies:
Joy, joy now hath o'erwhelm'd me,
On wings of bright glory I rise
Glory, glory,
I am forever thine own.
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First Line: | Thou, Lord, reign'st in this bosom |
Title: | Thou knowest that I love thee |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1855 |