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My love song to Jesus ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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Thank God. I was searching for the CD. Once l asked Fr.Azhakathu also. Thanks 👍 God bless you all

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Amen🙏🙏🙏🙏

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Very nice song

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A Spiritual Canticle of the Soul and the Bridegroom Christ SONG OF THE SOUL AND THE BRIDEGROOM I THE BRIDE Where have You hidden Yourself, And abandoned me in my groaning, O my Beloved? You have fled like the hart, Having wounded me. I ran after You, crying; but You were gone. II O shepherds, you who go Through the sheepcots up the hill, If you shall see Him Whom I love the most, Tell Him I languish, suffer, and die. III In search of my Love I will go over mountains and strands; I will gather no flowers, I will fear no wild beasts; And pass by the mighty and the frontiers. IV O groves and thickets Planted by the hand of the Beloved; O verdant meads Enameled with flowers, Tell me, has He passed by you? V ANSWER OF THE CREATURES A thousand graces diffusing He passed through the groves in haste, And merely regarding them As He passed Clothed them with His beauty. VI THE BRIDE Oh! who can heal me? Give me at once Yourself, Send me no more A messenger Who cannot tell me what I wish. VII All they who serve are telling me Of Your unnumbered graces; And all wound me more and more, And something leaves me dying, I know not what, of which they are darkly speaking. VIII But how you persevere, O life, Not living where you live; The arrows bring death Which you receive From your conceptions of the Beloved. IX Why, after wounding This heart, have You not healed it? And why, after stealing it, Have You thus abandoned it, And not carried away the stolen prey? X Quench my troubles, For no one else can soothe them; And let my eyes behold You, For You are their light, And I will keep them for You alone. XI Reveal Your presence, And let the vision and Your beauty kill me, Behold the malady Of love is incurable Except in Your presence and before Your face. XII O crystal well! Oh that on Your silvered surface You would mirror forth at once Those eyes desired Which are outlined in my heart! XIII Turn them away, O my Beloved! I am on the wing: THE BRIDEGROOM Return, My Dove! The wounded hart Looms on the hill In the air of your flight and is refreshed. XIV My Beloved is the mountains, The solitary wooded valleys, The strange islands, The roaring torrents, The whisper of the amorous gales; XV The tranquil night At the approaches of the dawn, The silent music, The murmuring solitude, The supper which revives, and enkindles love. XVI Catch us the foxes, For our vineyard has flourished; While of roses We make a nosegay, And let no one appear on the hill. XVII O killing north wind, cease! Come, south wind, that awakens love! Blow through my garden, And let its odors flow, And the Beloved shall feed among the flowers. XVIII O nymphs of Judea! While amid the flowers and the rose-trees The amber sends forth its perfume, Tarry in the suburbs, And touch not our thresholds. XIX Hide yourself, O my Beloved! Turn Your face to the mountains, Do not speak, But regard the companions Of her who is traveling amidst strange islands. XX THE BRIDEGROOM Light-winged birds, Lions, fawns, bounding does, Mountains, valleys, strands, Waters, winds, heat, And the terrors that keep watch by night; XXI By the soft lyres And the siren strains, I adjure you, Let your fury cease, And touch not the wall, That the bride may sleep in greater security. XXII The bride has entered The pleasant and desirable garden, And there reposes to her heart’s content; Her neck reclining On the sweet arms of the Beloved. XXIII Beneath the apple-tree There were you betrothed; There I gave you My hand, And you were redeemed Where your mother was corrupted. XXIV THE BRIDE Our bed is of flowers By dens of lions encompassed, Hung with purple, Made in peace, And crowned with a thousand shields of gold. XXV In Your footsteps The young ones run Your way; At the touch of the fire And by the spiced wine, The divine balsam flows. XXVI In the inner cellar Of my Beloved have I drunk; and when I went forth Over all the plain I knew nothing, And lost the flock I followed before. XXVII There He gave me His breasts, There He taught me the science full of sweetness. And there I gave to Him Myself without reserve; There I promised to be His bride. XXVIII My soul is occupied, And all my substance in His service; Now I guard no flock, Nor have I any other employment: My sole occupation is love. XXIX If, then, on the common land I am no longer seen or found, You will say that I am lost; That, being enamored, I lost myself; and yet was found. XXX Of emeralds, and of flowers In the early morning gathered, We will make the garlands, Flowering in Your love, And bound together with one hair of my head. XXXI By that one hair You have observed fluttering on my neck, And on my neck regarded, You were captivated; And wounded by one of my eyes. XXXII When You regarded me, Your eyes imprinted in me Your grace: For this You loved me again, And thereby my eyes merited To adore what in You they saw XXXIII Despise me not, For if I was swarthy once You can regard me now; Since You have regarded me, Grace and beauty have You given me. XXXIV THE BRIDEGROOM The little white dove Has returned to the ark with the bough; And now the turtle-dove Its desired mate On the green banks has found. XXXV In solitude she lived, And in solitude built her nest; And in solitude, alone Has the Beloved guided her, In solitude also wounded with love. XXXVI THE BRIDE Let us rejoice, O my Beloved! Let us go forth to see ourselves in Your beauty, To the mountain and the hill, Where the pure water flows: Let us enter into the heart of the thicket. XXXVII We shall go at once To the deep caverns of the rock Which are all secret, There we shall enter in And taste of the new wine of the pomegranate. XXXVIII There you will show me That which my soul desired; And there You will give at once, O You, my life! That which You gave me the other day. XXXIX The breathing of the air, The song of the sweet nightingale, The grove and its beauty In the serene night, With the flame that consumes, and gives no pains. XL None saw it; Neither did Aminadab appear The siege was intermitted, And the cavalry dismounted At the sight of the waters.

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