Hymn 365 — Jesus, our Lord, Thou lovest to be near
| 365 | MRS. S. A. HAUGHTON | 10.10.10.10. |
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Jesus, our Lord, Thou lovest to be near To loving hearts who find Thyself so dear -- The precious fruit of purpose, deep, divine, Secured and held for this great love of Thine. | |
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Thy bride alone, Thy cherished counterpart, Can satisfy the longings of Thy heart; "Thou art all fair, my love," we hear Thee say, "Arise, my love, my fair one -- come away!" | |
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Freely we yield ourselves to Thy great love, Responding gladly, as afresh we prove That Thou the Bridegroom art, who hast the bride In Thine embrace -- Thine own heart satisfied. | |