I make pleasant songs, and weave verses/
Because for You my soul longs.
My soul desires to be in Your hand’s shade/
To know all of Your deepest mystery.[1]
When I speak of Your Glory
My heart yearns for your love.
Therefore I will speak of Your Glories
And Your Name I will glorify in songs of love.
I will recount Your Glory, though I have not seen You
I describe You though I have not known You.
He beautifies Himself through me, because He desires me
And He shall be for me a crown of beauty.
May my contemplation be sweet to You
Because for You my soul longs.
My soul desires to be in Your hand’s shade/
To know all of Your deepest mystery.[1]
When I speak of Your Glory
My heart yearns for your love.
Therefore I will speak of Your Glories
And Your Name I will glorify in songs of love.
I will recount Your Glory, though I have not seen You
I describe You though I have not known You.
He beautifies Himself through me, because He desires me
And He shall be for me a crown of beauty.
May my contemplation be sweet to You
for my soul yearns for You. King Solomon
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