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Titus Chu
June 18, 2020
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Oh, do draw me, dearest Lord, 
I will follow close to You.
You’re so full, so boundless, Lord;
More than I could hope to know.
Like a pretty henna flower 
Blooming in the barren field;
As the myrrh with fragrance sweet
Deeply in my heart concealed.
Oh, do hear my whisper, Lord,
There’s no other Lord but You.
As Your riches I partake, 
In Your life, mature I’ll be.

Words: Titus Chu, 1973, tr. from Chinese, adapted
Music: unknown

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