Thou dost demand our love, holy Lord Christ,
And batest nothing of thy modesty;
Thou know’st no other way to bliss the highest
Than loving thee, the loving, perfectly.
Thou lovest perfectly – that is thy bliss:
We must love like thee, or our being miss –
So, to love perfectly, love perfect Love, love thee.
By George MacDonald (1824-1905)
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