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My heart was cloven and its flower appeared; and grace sprang up in it: and it brought forth fruit to the Lord,
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For the Most High clave my heart by His Holy Spirit and searched my affection towards Him: and filled me with His love.
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And His opening of me became my salvation; and I ran in His way in His peace, even in the way of truth:
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From the beginning and even to the end I acquired His knowledge:
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And I was established upon the rock of truth, where He had set me up:
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And speaking waters touched my lips from the fountain of the Lord plenteously:
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And I drank and was inebriated with the living water that doth not die;
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And my inebriation was not one without knowledge, but I forsook vanity and turned to the Most High my God,
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And I was enriched by His bounty, and I forsook the folly which is diffused over the earth; and I stripped it off and cast it from me:
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And the Lord renewed me in His raiment, and possessed me by His light, and from above He gave me rest in incorruption;
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And I became like the land which blossoms and rejoices in its fruits:
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And the Lord was like the sun shining on the face of the land;
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He lightened my eyes, and my face received the dew; and my nostrils enjoyed the pleasant odour of the Lord;
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And He carried me to His Paradise; where is the abundance of the pleasure of the Lord;
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And I worshipped the Lord on account of His glory; and I said, Blessed, O Lord, are they who are planted in thy land! and those who have a place in thy Paradise;
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And they grow by the fruits of the trees. And they have changed from darkness to light.
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Behold! all thy servants are fair, who do good works, and turn away from wickedness to the pleasantness that is thine:
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And they have turned back the bitterness of the trees from them, when they were planted in thy, land;
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And everything became like a relic of thyself, and memorial for ever of thy faithful works.
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For there is abundant room in thy Paradise, and nothing is useless therein;
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But everything is filled with fruit; glory be to thee, O God, the delight of Paradise for ever. Hallelujah.
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