The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,– And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,– And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
