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Ah, reign over all the world,
I desire, oh my dear husband,
This and no other reward
But to see all hearts turning to you.

Afflicting my soul, I long
To see you reign over all the hearts
Of dear ones that you love!
Holy Spirit, where is your passion?

All the hearts are made of ice;
Yet for the world they feel ardor:
Melt their ice with fire,
And give us all new hearts.

~~Madame Guyon

(tr: Rev. Nancy C. James)