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SONGS OF EXILE
The beauty of Thy strength, Thou Mighty One!
These things my soul desireth: Lord, I pray,
Grant me Thy mercy; turn Thee not away.
Be Thou revealed, Dearest of mine!
And spread o'er me Thy canopy of peace;
Lo! with Thy glory all the earth shall shine,
And we shall know a joy that shall not cease.
Hasten, Belovèd, for the time is nigh,
And have compassion as in days gone by.
