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Jesus, my true pleasure,
Of my heart the pasture,
Jesus, my delight,
Ah how long, how long now
Is my heart made anxious
As it longs for thee!
God's true lamb, my bridegroom thou,
More than thee to me on earth now
Shall nought be more treasured.

Yield, ye mournful spirits,
For my pleasure's Master,
Jesus, comes to me.
And in those God loveth,
Must as well their sadness
To pure sweetness turn.
Here I've long borne spite and scorn,
But thou bidest e'en in sorrow,
Jesus, my true pleasure.