The following words were spoken by Frederick Faber
and they are also the cry of my heart. How about yours?
Only to sit and think of God
Oh what a joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the
Name;
Earth has no higher bliss.
Father of Jesus, love's reward!
What rapture it will be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee!
I love Thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
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