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11Love on my heart from heaven fell,Soft as the dew on flowers of spring,Sweet as the hidden drops that swellTheir honey-throated chalicing.Now never from him do I part,Hosanna evermore I cry:I taste his savour in my heart,And bid all praise him as do I.Without him noughtsoever is,Nor was afore, nor e’er shall be:Nor any other joy than hisWish I for mine to comfort me.

Love on my heart from heaven fell,Soft as the dew on flowers of spring,Sweet as the hidden drops that swellTheir honey-throated chalicing.Now never from him do I part,Hosanna evermore I cry:I taste his savour in my heart,And bid all praise him as do I.Without him noughtsoever is,Nor was afore, nor e’er shall be:Nor any other joy than hisWish I for mine to comfort me.

Love on my heart from heaven fell,Soft as the dew on flowers of spring,Sweet as the hidden drops that swellTheir honey-throated chalicing.

Love on my heart from heaven fell,

Soft as the dew on flowers of spring,

Sweet as the hidden drops that swell

Their honey-throated chalicing.

Now never from him do I part,Hosanna evermore I cry:I taste his savour in my heart,And bid all praise him as do I.

Now never from him do I part,

Hosanna evermore I cry:

I taste his savour in my heart,

And bid all praise him as do I.

Without him noughtsoever is,Nor was afore, nor e’er shall be:Nor any other joy than hisWish I for mine to comfort me.

Without him noughtsoever is,

Nor was afore, nor e’er shall be:

Nor any other joy than his

Wish I for mine to comfort me.

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