The Lord giveth a tenfold Honour to the Soul.
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Mechthild, of Magdeburg and Bevan, Frances
The mouth of the Lord hath spoken,
Hath spoken a mighty word;
My sinful heart it hath broken,
Yet sweeter I never heard.
“Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire,
And My love’s eternal bliss;
Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast,
And My mouth’s most holy kiss.
Thou art the treasure I sought and found,
Rejoicing over thee;
I dwell in thee, and with thee I am crowned,
And thou dost dwell in Me.
Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever,
And nearer thou canst not be;
Shall aught on earth or in heaven sever
Myself from Me?”
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