Only to sit and think of God
Oh what a Joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the Name;
Earth has no higher bliss. Father of Jesus, Loves reward!
What rapture it will be, Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee!
Fredrick Faber
May my love for the Person of Christ be so intense that it consumes me.
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