"You have to really dive deep back into yourself and get rid of so much modern analytical categorization. It's one of the great things poetry does."
"What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love for Thee."
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Source: Robert Morgan (2005). “Come Let Us Adore Him: Stories Behind the Most Cherished Christmas Hymns”, p.73, Thomas Nelson Inc
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