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[Translated from a German book written more than two hundred years ago.]

God's spirit falls on meAs dew drops on a rose,If I but, like a rose,My heart to Him unclose.

The soul wherein God dwells—What church can holier be?—Becomes a walking tentOf heavenly majesty.

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