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Love—which passeth knowledge.
Eph. 3:19.
Thou hidden love of God, whose hight,
Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light:
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still