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AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS

First Line: AH, BIND MY OUTSTRETCHED HANDS, I PRAY
Last Line: TO BEAR HER SORE HEART'S GRIEVING.
Subject(s): LOVE;
AH, bind my outstretched hands, I pray,
With heavy fetters chaining,
Or they might else on my breast lay
A loved head, rest attaining.

And wall up, too, this heart of mine,
In closest dungeon keeping;
Already through the windows shine
Love's bright flames upward leaping.

Oh, make me deaf! Oh, make me blind!
No glimpse of joy receiving!
'T is hard for the forsaken child
To bear her sore heart's grieving.



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